[Intro]
The spoils of war
Alright shit
Make room, make room people
Make a fucking hole, make a hole

[Verse]
Don't consider me a peer
No emotions tend to sit with me as feared
We're flippin' see I'm here, listen
I was never set this crash landing strip
Dead amongst the broken glass but animate
Better lose this attitude, it's cancerous
But bliss to me is balance on my branch, no expansionist
Pan about the scene I see just pandering
Fan service dirеctly after fan service, couldn't bе a fan of it
I'm paramount, I'd like to try my hand at this
Sooner than you thought, they caught a hankerin'
I scratched the itch that can't be hit, candy for the candyless
Boss Baby brandy, who gon' stand for this?
First steps recorded in a stanza, I don't think I am the man for this
Bad aftertaste, grew up 'round fancy shit
Good life can't be this, calamity like
Everything's a dancing shit, it's damning me
She love me through the screen like Televangelists
Baby, where's your manners? Don't be profit motive manifest
Title take and ran with it
Spoken as the animus
Show me the demand for this
Like every fucking day, I watch a soul leave a face
Takes an instant, see the body as a place
Virtual realities were obvious to make
If you try to hide the truth you ought to leave a trace, even babies know to look
The system didn't know where it should place me so it shook
Wastelanders spoke like open books
Everybody spoke, no one needed names, nothing left to lie about
The fucking science how we cook
Lil bro just need a flame
Yeah, lil bro just need a flame with
Money, money, money, I'm still talking to myself
Fundamental cunning, I'm a proper use of wealth
Through the dark we do propel
Stupid isn't stupid does, stupid art is stupid felt
Looking up my stupid heart if you can help
I too am complicit in this complicated genocide
All I do is sit at home and contemplate the genocide
Wonder what it really take to operate a genocide
Impressive right?
It's kind of impressive right?
The next time that I see you