Red Menace Redux Lyrics

Hegemony Hellbound

Switch the camera to the handheld for the held down

Drop a hammer like an anvil

Propaganda got em spellbound

I'm not the man to bring the dogs

With me if I was talking bout the hellhounds

If you think you got the Tropicana we can drop the candor and get down-down

Thirty shot banana clip we'll give Chiquita back to Guatemala post haste

If Quantico's your alma mater I'm going to send a bomb to you through you postmates

Rock a hoodie with a stocking cap bring the stocking back like I'm Ghostface

Splatter pattern on the mirror like you hit your Adam's apple with a close shave

You are not in control

Not your body or your soul

Bullets following you home

The bottom is cold

Death is ominous and slow

No one's honest on the throne

We got to get paid

Just the product of the state

They want us rotting in a cage

A lot of us stayed

That's the lottery you played

You want to win you gotta play it

Air America were heroin traffickers

CIA's the biggest terrorist backer

Sarin gas on your flight out of Maryland

Good samaritans in therapy afterwords

No America is good america they want to scare us with the troop movement

The scariest thing about hell is eventually everyone in it gets used to it

Slap it off if you're wearing a monocle

He rats saw it in the Chronicle

Elite schools to Intelligence Jacking off in the skull of Geronimo

9/11 should have taught us humility

Biochemical weapon facilities Cryogenic when it's cold out in Philly

And horizontal when I'm swinging the guillotine

Ha! Drop a broken bucket clip and reload

Chopper opens up and dips you in gold

Your fucking Tonka truck will flip off the road

Boxcutter in the back in the dark

Jux feeling like a stab in the heart

You should have felt it when you got in the car

Awe man

Look behind us it's the lawman

United States got the technology? It already fell in the wrong hands

Listen close you might learn something you can think about when the song ends

If we ain't united the barrels you bought don't matter cause you're at the wrong end

I already hit them with the ghost gun

You already know I be the red menace

Enough hens we can kill a fox

I can put an end to your endeavors

You probably knew me back in 2010 when I set a trend for the trend setters

We'll scare them with our solidarity

The feds will bring back poison pen letters

I put elites under white sheets

Turn a bully to a bed wetter

I'm Ed Vedder cause I'm never yellow in the streets and you know my lead better

I jack whites call me Deadweather

Masked men in the event center

Until Lenin I was just another fucking armed felon with a vendetta

Cmon man