What Is Wrong

By Grouce

On Emcee

Released on December 10, 2020

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--VERSE 1--

Let me start off by sayin' the world is kind of strange

Now you've got terrorism, Covid and Climate Change

All of which that were supposed to kill us all

Call me what you want, I'll always feel I'm still as tall

Taco Fall, I'm higher than Aaron Gordon jumpin' over Taco

While dunkin' a basketball

With a mask and all, I'll call you stupid to your face

If you've got a problem with it, give my arse a call

I'ma tell everyone about the U.N's Agenda 21

Right after tell all the rappers to kiss my hairy bum

They're apathetic and they're very dumb

I'd love to bury some, I'm not kiddin', I'll kill if any come

My words are weapons, I carry an imaginary gun

For thе adversary I'll have to bury in a dairy farm

I'm always pissed off and I'm rarеly calm

With a sweaty palm, I'll slap 'em, this raps a machete, uh

--CHORUS--

Are you too dumb to see what is wrong with the situation?

If you are, I wrote you a song for your education

--VERSE 2--

You're all a bunch of sub-human mutant zombie drones

Me, I'm armed with some words like the ones that Dondi owns

And I'll be fightin' to the bitter end

While you talk about another twitter trend, you'll hit a friend

Up and make fun of them for

Questioning the official narrative, there'll be a war

To end all wars between nations

Then comes the One-world government's creations

What? How the heck can you not see that there's corruption

All these politicians, yeah, they need no introduction

The same scumbags, like the ones that came before them

Yeah, everyday a child is made an orphan

Due to the wars they wage, the "War on Terror"

The "War on Drugs", I'll tell ya, all it does

Is cause death or jail

Leavin' kids with no fathers, a small percentage are mothers

But then the rest are male

--CHORUS--

--VERSE 3--

You're actin' like I'm a kat who believes in "flat-earth"

The doctor must of dropped you on your head at birth

Hip-hop is where I found all my friends

Only to find that most are retarded and freakin' dense

Why touché, you say that I'm too cray

But that's what they said when I told 'em that Y2K

Was lies, hooray, if you were livin' in Sydney in '98

Then you may just remember cryptosporidium

I saw all the delirium that it caused, every idiot

Went and bought it, I pity 'em, they're still all in my city and

They're still fallin' for whatever the government bloody says

Like Gummy-bears, they're as soft as you bloody squares

--CHORUS--