Cable Box - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Nine seven born

Twenty four cables come through the door, plastic snakes strung along the floor

Never move a neuron, the television news is on

Before you knew it you were gone

Generic expressions in fancy suits, supposed to be telling you the truth

Honesty isn’t even in the ideas they spew

Oh three, cables on a ghost spree

This has to be killin me

I don’t care for updating to devious conscious

Yet brainwashed kids will slew constant nonsense

Everything online and on your tv is true

Don’t check any source of the news

Not that their trying to generate revenue

By twisting words that’ll get a viewer to lock eyes

Live from Spot 88, suck this dick, beauties toss lies

I’ll count 99 beer bottles on your wall

Each represents how many times you fall

For TV personalities atom bomb messages

How much your couch psychiatric sessions is

But don’t pay attention to me cause of

How cute my fashion is

Not

[Hook]

Continue the assemblage

LSD

Flash the message

LSD

Kill your radio star with the tv cars

LSD

Give all your brainwaves to us

LSD

Cable box

[Verse 2]

American invading elite divide blood cells into categories until they bleed

Use jamborees to supply an apparition of belief

Can’t see how it’s really just the correlative foundation

Selling lonely insects the repetitive schism

Makeshift politician leaders sell fake shit

Using each individual to make more for lobbyist leeches

These are the ones who are supposed to lead us

Look who is head hauncho

Lends green coke to every single individual in the left’s gonzo

Tricks those more loyal to a title than what is actually taught in the bible

If it helps him earn more reputation and sell more steaks

Shame how these moral rightists defend a man so warped in self-egoism

That he’ll associate with anyone who sells “we go pissin” on local workers

Answers to no one except a dollar bill, with adverse effects worse than cancer

*Static* defend this obvious off hand pocket feeder cyst

And left attacks with loaded heater mits

Meanwhile him and his millionaire pigs collect checks

How can you rectify that?

How can you accept anything less?

And I’ll be laughed at as a looney bin

While elitists will laugh at you for being a loosie

Then steal pennies, quarters, nickels

From you and in return, give poisoned pickles