OWN UP - Intellectual

[Intro]

Own up if you talk that fucking shit, uh

Own up if you talk that fucking shit, get back

Own up, get back, if you talk that fucking shit

Own up, get back, punk ass fucking shit

Own up, get back, get back, get

Shook like Kenneth Copeland defending his wealth behind his fucking Cadillac

Flicks half a penny to the poor he orders to pat his back

Prosperity preaching to the proletarian people he sees as peons

Gets the guillotine, it’s a hack and slash (die)

Good game, de la Rocha with the rage, stop

Shut your fucking mouth

Stingy giving out praise, uh

Even standing in my section, you just lucked out

Breaching my personal space, you cracker, sit the fuck down

If you talk shit, you better own up

Step back, little motherfucker, you don’t get a close up

Fucking loose lips, better get closed up

I won’t tell you again, so you better own up

Flippancy’s weak, mincing my words and been storing them as ammunition since I was like six

Slicker than grease, verses are years in the brewing ‘cause words never slip from my lips

Idiot talking like a mob boss

Please shut the fuck up, my god

On the internet he’s hot shit, tough guy

Back to being a spoiled brat when he logs off

Acting revolutionary, just a liberal swine

Buy a Frida Kahlo t-shirt, but crossing picket lines

Pretty fitting you wear that Canada Goose arm patch

Reminiscent of your Nazi grandpa, it’s a stark match

Timeline of tweets and all the letters are lowercase

No debate, you overcompensate for lack of meaning

Only vapid screaming and boneless takes

Fucking know your place

Heads up, no bars held, I’m showing no restraint

If you talk shit, you better own up

Step back, little motherfucker, you don’t get a close up

Fucking loose lips, better get closed up

I won’t tell you again, so you better own up

Oh my god, uh

DEADPAN, unbound joy

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