Amerikkkan Pie

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko] I am redesigning the mind of the masses That fear a Black man with tattoos and bandanas But when a white man wear tattoos and bandanas And joins a bike gang, it's all cool, where's the balance? Hate my Black flesh, bet you're mad that I came up You cannot change, rearrange my chemical makeup Pigmentation Annunaki blood, who just wanted to make ya Astral project, plug out of the matrix You fake fucks plagiarists I make a whore drop drugs with my cranium, telepathy Host with the most, you can't find a better beast Better off dead, I sever off heads Ever since I blew up, niggas think I got bread Since they got their hands out, they gon' get they palms read Red from all that bloodshed [Chorus: Meechy Darko] Load it up, my nigga, bang, bang Cook that rock, nigga, slang 'caine Point your finger, play the blame game Fuck it, dog, it's the American way Get high, my nigga, maintain Tell lies, chase fame 'Cause if they could, they would still hang Trust me, dog, it's the American way [Post-Chorus: Meechy Darko] It's the American way It's the American way I can't forget them three K's It's the American way [Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott] Music my own drug, distributed through the people Niggas will never change unless you thinkin' you need to We were built to destroy, home of the unemployed We callin' it rap while you callin' it noise So evacuate your homes Radios never play my favorite song Miss America would never be Black, no use in tellin' me that Everybody could coincide, it could never be that Good riddance to the realest, but you gotta feel us Gettin' cash every day, twistin' flame, hurtin' feelings Stereotype, never marry a wife Another block nigga making music, maybe you right Most definitely and you questioning me If the world fucked up, the exception is me The government love guns 'til they aimed at you Ain't no tellin' what I might do for the red, white, and the blue [Chorus: Meechy Darko] Load it up, my nigga, bang, bang Cook that rock, nigga, slang 'caine Point your finger, play the blame game Fuck it, dog, it's the American way Get high, my nigga, maintain Tell lies, chase fame 'Cause if they could, they would still hang Trust me, dog, it's the American way [Verse 3: Zombie Juice] Oh shit, oh Lord Here we go again, finna get these packs off Repetitive sedative, got a fetish for fetishes An American menace, I'm manifestin' my businesses Realest as realest gets, terror to terrorists If you put your hands out, I'ma crush your fingertips Fuck Bloomberg, that man absurd Throw him in the trunk, ah, right up on the curb Hop out, mash out, leave his ass there Niggas talk shit, but I don't fear words Better off dead, prepare for the worst Enslaved since my first damn days on this earth Fuck Social Security And fuck Homeland Security 9/11 biggest fraud in history And all you rappers ain't goddamn shit to me Gettin' fucked by your label Fame-chasin', bitch-chasin', lonely-ass nigga Probably snitch, you ain't gon' face it In debt to the red, white and blue Your government lies, so who the fuck is you? [Chorus: Meechy Darko] Load it up, my nigga, bang, bang Cook that rock, nigga, slang 'caine Point your finger, play the blame game Fuck it, dog, it's the American way Get high, my nigga, maintain Tell lies, chase fame 'Cause if they could, they would still hang Trust me, dog, it's the American way [Post-Chorus: Meechy Darko] It's the American way It's the American way I can't forget them three K's