Intro: Pastor Dillon Awes
Every single homosexual in our country should be sentenced with death
They should be lined up against a wall and shot in the back of the head
[Verse 1: DAMAG3 & Pastor Dillon Awes]
Look, ayy
Tell me whatcha know about a mental prison
Locked up so tight I got dementors in it
Life sentencing
The government wanna meddle in my mental business
People feel the need to preach God when they settling the devil's business
How interesting— (That's what God teaches)
Maybe if you did a little introspection
You'd wanna join in on the insurrection
Led by a little girl with the biggest death wish
I been calling out for help
Did you get my message?
Did you get my texts bitch
Greg Abbott killing little kids just 'cause they live in Texas
Tell a bigot they can get to stepping
Give a fuck about the sovereignty
Of a nation that don't give respect
To the people like me who go and give 'em checks
So tell every politician that DAMAG3 sent you
And they neck is next bitch
[Chorus: DAMAG3]
Tell me whatcha know about prison (Prison) Prison (Prison) Prison (Prison)
Moon on the dark side blocking the light of a prism (Prism) Prism (Prism)
Three in the sacred alphabet, bitch, I'm RZA (RZA) RZA (RZA)
Stuck in the wrong body, whatcha know about prison, bitch?
Tell me whatcha know about prison (Prison) Prison (Prison)
Tell me whatcha know about
Tell me whatcha know about prison (Prison) Prison (Prison)
Tell me whatcha know about
Tell me whatcha know about prison (Prison) Prison (Prison)
(Orange jumpsuit whatcha know about clothes ain't fittin' (Fittin') Fittin' (Fittin'))
Oh, you can't get a good job? Go cry me a river
[Verse 2: DAMAG3]
Hypocrisy, finna get my Glock (Gunshots)
Fire shots at a blind leader
Kill a politician, wish you would like a pine tree though
Combine your mind with my nina
Look, I'm divine, so I define my righteous timing
Shoehorning my points like I'm a rhino
I can't die tho
Finna live forever like I'm Wakanda
I tried it prior
Put a bullet in my head
I came back to life though
(Bitches know I respawn, bitches know I keep goin')
(Sick of going back and forth, paddling rappers like ping pong)
I don't bite, bitch, I just smite you
I just might put a bunch of white inside your wife bitch
I don't try shit, I just do it
Go ahead and tell Drake to move it
I'm the new Nike of music
Strap up for the revolution, bitch
[Chorus: DAMAG3]
(Tell me whatcha know about prison (Prison) Prison (Prison) Prison (Prison))[30717188]
Moon on the dark side blocking the light of a prism (Prism) Prism (Prism)
Three in the sacred alphabet, bitch, I'm RZA (RZA) RZA (RZA)
Stuck in the wrong body, whatcha know about prison, bitch?
Tell me whatcha know about prison (Prison) Prison (Prison)
Tell me whatcha know about
Tell me whatcha know about prison (Prison) Prison (Prison)
Tell me whatcha know about
Tell me whatcha know about prison (Prison) Prison (Prison)
(Orange jumpsuit whatcha know about clothes ain't fittin' (Fittin') Fittin' (Fittin'))
Oh, you can't get a good j— (This is the Arsonist)
[Verse 3: Gao the Arsonist]
Cut the fingers off the hand of the government
Promised land but lost track of the covenant
Nobody bites the hand with a gun in it
The dream stays one if the plan has no blood in it
Capital punishment, thugs in the throne room
Legacy is how you pedalled drugs in the communes
Maybe you'd be spared if you responded to volume
Supressor on the barrel for oppressors in the tower bitch
Death follows cowardice, I smell blood on the breath of the powerless
You motherfuckers sailed west, then settled in the ash of your victims
Eviction legitimized by lead and gunpowder
Head in the guillotine, bleach on the porcelain
Weeds out the garden, Leech off the organs
Roots too deep, but the needs too important
Just wait, we'll be free in the morning
[Outro]
(Being put to death by the government is not murder)
(It's called capital punishment)