Lyric

If this song made you wanna fuck censorship, then censor it, cancel it

Ain't promoting violence, just making fun of 'em

You're a silly little clown with no brain

If this song made you wanna fuck censorship, then censor it, cancel it

Ain't promoting violence, just making fun of 'em

Silly little clown, it's a no-brainer

Were you born and raised in a fuckin' vacuum?

Everything is so offensive and sounds like a personal attack on you

Airhead, listen up

You ain't my fuckin' sponsor

I don't care, I don't care 'bout your feelings

We are not, ain't no saints, ain't no teachers

I'm just spitting facts, pew, pew

These bullets may be hard to swallow

What a misery, misery, everything's a strategy, justified outrage

All this for clout and a better reputation

If you're looking for a spoiler, take a look in the mirror

Stay mad, grr grr!

Blame it on art to cover up your terrible ass education

Pretend to be "punk rock", "anti-racist"

What a beautiful slogan to cover up that you suck

If this song made you wanna fuck censorship, then censor it, cancel it

We ain't promoting violence, just making fun of 'em

You're a silly little clown with no brain

If this song made you wanna fuck censorship, then censor it, cancel it

We ain't promoting violence, just making fun of 'em

Silly little clown, it's a no-brainer

Sustainable whatever and dogs with hereditary diseases are your new accessories

I fuckin' know, that you mother fuckers feign innocence to real shit and Bloviate 'bout inconsequential bullshit

"Diversity" at its finest narrows itself

Still think the world works like Power Rangers

Say it to my damn face, right now, plainly

"I'm just an arrogant fuckin' piece of shit that

Wants everything I dislike to be eliminated for fuck sake PERIOD"

Hold still, imma ruin your miserable faith

No shocker

After all, you dirty bitches are nothing but thought police

Ding-dong, shut your fuckin' hole

Keep going

Everything is so offensive and sounds like a personal attack on you

Airhead, listen up

You ain't my fuckin' sponsor

I don't care, I don't care 'bout your feelings

We are not, ain't no saints, ain't no teachers

I'm just spitting facts, pew, pew

These bullets may be hard to swallow

What a misery, misery, everything's a strategy

Justified outrage

All this for clout and a better reputation

If you're looking for a spoiler, take a look in the mirror

I'm sorry that I'm not sorry for hurting your feelings

Bitch, you know what I'm saying? I'm just watching you kneeling

People be calling this out. "cheesy nihilism"

Take it easy, and feel the rhythm

It's just a song to listen to

If this song made you wanna fuck censorship, then censor it, and hit me up