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welcome to america - skullkruncher lyrics

back to the mothaf-ckin’ whiteboard
time for a change, open the psych wards
never played the organ, but i’ll strike chords
when i tell the vatican to hand over the child p-rn (hahaha)
in the pews, what do they use their minds for?
some guy in the sky we should wanna die for? (yup)
come judgement day, i won’t apologize for
anything at all, that’s not what the mic’s for (nope)

listen up, here’s a sight for your eye-sores
children of america, starting up online wars
screamin’ “die wh-r-” tryna get high scores
“f-ggot” is the only word they spell without typos (f-ck you)
red, white and blue blood on your white floors
you didn’t start the fire, but you could’ve tried more
here’s a firehose. “what’s that even like for?”
bum a cigarette?
now you know where you can light yours

rich old guy on life support
can ban gay marriage, but he and his wife divorced
in the other corner a mother’s fightin’ for
a family of four without any life insurance
broken disc needs a fix in her spinal cord
but the employer doesn’t care, he’s provided for (d-mn)
this is a motherf-cking guided tour
get prepared america, i’m gonna write some more!

take a side, left or right
rich or poor, black or white
if you re wrong, you have to right, so
pack a bowl and grab a light
i recognize those flashin lights
went to jail and spend the night
mom and dad, dont ask me why
im just tryna keep your taxes high

a misinformed mysoginist
on hardcore bondage p-rn, it’s obvious
he’s got bad mommy problems, always p-ssed
says that he’s not a virgin, probably is (ouh)
put a finger on his keyboard, it sticks
send a text to his ex, yep, d-ck pics
with a mind that is easily addicted
“one tip for a bigger d-ck?” quick click!

but i’m the kinda guy who makes a girl self-conscious
you say i’m stuck up? i call it heartless
on the surface i am perfect, flawless
phone off the hook, cuz the b-tches keep callin’ (rring)
couldn’t give a sh-t, i’ll just let it ring
“but she’s in love with you!”
then i bet it stings
sorry that i’m not sorry i got better things
plus i got a reputation, and her credit stinks

“where’d she go?!” check the bathroom stall
she’s playin’ tonsil hockey for a couple of dollars (ewww)
all she wanted was a man who had the b-lls
to ignore all of their plans, and disregarded her calls
and never hold her hand
and leave her stranded at the mall
and once she starts to see success
he’s there to make sure that she falls
she loves her life, an awful fact
i could break her legs, she’d be crawlin’ back

check out the life i lead
and i mothaf-ckin love it!
i’ll watch this country bleed
and its fillin up my wallet
forsake your fals beliefs
worship me like a prophet
i’ll be honest, the paradox is
thank god, cuz he got me into congress

what’s the dollar worth? couldn’t care less
blame inflation on the government airheads
they’re ready for anything, or they’d better be
if the village dipsh-t was nominated
for state treasury
evidently, the senate has permanent seats
they’ve been there forever
did they cryogeinally freeze?
just when you thought it was safe
to confide in your priest
they’re doing more s-x offending
than the guys on the streets

“whoa, wait a minute, stop complaining
and just take action!”
but if i did that, what would i write my raps with? (huh)
freedom of speech, b-tch, yes i practice
in my opinion, i’ll kill the westboro baptists
any president i elect, i’ll head to war on
protect the second amendment by getting more guns
never ever let woman consider abortion
when there’s plenty of men who can choose for them
we should procreate all sorts of
people we do not need more of
then we’ll find more food to gorge on
supersize me b-tch, f-ck proportions

mickey d’s takin’ over the globe
all bow to ronald on his obesity throne
it’s a festival of cholesterol
i’ll leave this f-ckin’ mess to the rest of y’all
f-ck this horsesh-t america, i’m leaving now
ya got 13-year-old kids conceiving now
even your valedictorians are cheating (how?!)
and if you try to speakin’ up you get beaten down
but i won’t keep my mouth shut, f-ck you all
f-ck your laws, country and f-ck your god
f-ck the motherf-ckin’ earth that’s beneath my feet
honestly america, how the f-ck do you sleep?

- skullkruncher lyrics

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