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We've got a problem with
The way that you've been saying
That you feel
We've got a problem with
You thinking at all

Believe the fables
That we're fabricating
Propagating
Get in line and open wide
To swallow it whole

Don't try to question our position
With precision, we've conditioned
The celebrities to say that you're wrong

Just try and bring some opposition
You'll be wishing
That you'd stayed down on your knees
And fucking left it alone

Don't look inside of me
You'll find what you expect to see
My volatility
I'll break your fucking arm to take from you
What don't belong to me

We've got divisionism
Grouping individualism
Sorted out by victimhood
Fuck-it-ism unites

We'll block you, label, dox you
Call you Nazi mother fucker
Threaten death and scream
Until you say that we're right