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bootlicker buffet - the thought lyrics

[intro: whose]
welcome to bootl!cker buffet
for only ten dollars
you can kick a f*cking n*z* in the face
for as long as you want
trust me, we enjoy it

[verse: whose]
voice pitched up like an out of tune uke
playing software that’s powered by yukes
they sit on top of the mountain of zeus
questioning, “why would the populace shoot?”
good riddance, bootl!ckers, got to give ’em what they want
stoop writtens falling out of my pockets, times are tough
read the news, every view is eschewed, f*ck is up?
in recluse with the sleuths, meditation like the monks
words i spit in the booth knock a tooth out a chump
painting pictures make a fool leave don bluth in a slump
uncouth with the rules, stupid, blunt, and upfront
jake the snake on a davey boy, plonked on a la*z*boy
face it boy, i’ve made more slappers than eric clapton
while you’re sitting on your break eating spinach out your plastic
kicking down doors, i want my power and respect
counting every check, ’til showers turn to flowers out my neck
[hook: whose]
bootl!cker buffet
(bootl!cker buffet)
come on, let’s feast
(woo!)
bootl!cker buffet
(bootl!cker buffet)
let them eat cleats
(game time!)
bootl!cker buffet
(bootl!cker buffet)
come on, let’s feast
(agh! agh!)
bootl!cker buffet
(bootl!cker buffet)
let them eat cleats
(woo!)

[verse: ursus.]
chemicals clouding streets, pigs d*cks*out for the feast
they putting rittendales on the beat
rubber bullet to the cheek, we sitting ducks for the civil war
how many times the people say “no more, no more!”
no change, no pay, nothing good in the state
fires rage and co*pay take your whole life savings
tax payers pay for lack of policeman’s training
suits in the tower, with their loot, can’t make it stop raining
every day, bare pain in their paint
put a hammer and a sickle to a bootl!cker’s face
every day, red stains on their shirt
more blue in the collar or blue in the dirt
pro*life bootl!ckers can’t tell the worth of a birth
but the price less expensive than a wal*mart
with every bullet shot, they taxes go up
youth ask why the praxis held up, you’re f*cked!
[hook: whose]
bootl!cker buffet
(bootl!cker buffet)
come on, let’s feast
(woo!)
bootl!cker buffet
(bootl!cker buffet)
let them eat cleats
(game time!)
bootl!cker buffet
(bootl!cker buffet)
come on, let’s feast
(agh! agh!)
bootl!cker buffet
(bootl!cker buffet)
let them eat cleats
(woo!)

[verse: the thought]
on my plate i got a couple rolls, and an arm
i took off a trump supporter tryna watch the polls
like it’s probable that voter fraud is going down?
but it’s holster*holders putting people in the ground, then getting off
without a whisper from a lawyer or a court demanding order
orchards growing horror fruit, but they just defending mortar
reporters get the beat down! steel*toed feet now!
acting meek for the oink*oink coming out the see*’n*sound
trolling with concerns that the city’s going to burn
instead of learning from the people that you turned your back on
justice ain’t a tachyon, we can reach it if we try
but the reason for the dying people cannot be denied
there’s an evil that’s inside the minds of blue lives
a hive of every grimy motherf*cker we despise!
i won’t call for violence, but i find that it’s implied
when the state requires silence or they’re aiming for your eyes!
[hook: whose]
bootl!cker buffet
(bootl!cker buffet)
come on, let’s feast
(woo!)
bootl!cker buffet
(bootl!cker buffet)
let them eat cleats
(game time!)
bootl!cker buffet
(bootl!cker buffet)
come on, let’s feast
(agh! agh!)
bootl!cker buffet
(bootl!cker buffet)
let them eat cleats
(woo!)

- the thought lyrics

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