It’s the men behind the green curtain. Green for money and that’s certain.
Monkeys in black suits and they’re twerkin’. Duck and dodgin’ herkin’ and jerkin’.
Industry and oil is the sermon. They got a lesson to teach to all the vermin.
Better stay in your place, that’s what you’re learnin’.
They don’t give a fuck about the people that they’re hurtin’.

Dark money is channeling through the PACS. Billions in bribes so stand back.
Black suits step n’ fetchit like saps. If you’re like me you want to hit ‘em in the sack.
This is their message for the gnats. For all the people with signs and silly hats.
A foundation to collect the money traps. Once you get in you can never get back.

CHORUZ:
It’s past damn time that we KillaKoch.
Had enough of this shit we need to KillaKoch.
To get the money out of law we need to KillaKoch.
Put two into the eyes of a KillaKoch.
There is no justice ‘till we KillaKoch.
99’s rise up we got to KillaKoch.
Let’s make the people believe we got to KillaKoch.
Let’s put a red dot on the KillaKoch.

Go ahead and vote against your best interest. Waste all your fuckin’ time on pintrest.
Subscribe to your favorite barbiturate. Watch TV until you’re drooling and listless.
Don’t let anyone tell you your business. Or let anyone question your fitness.
Contort to fit the lies like a gymnast. Dumb, blind and born again like an infant.

Truth is inconvenient like rashes. Bring on the slow motion car crashes.
Your blood boils and your teeth gnashes. Eat up the privilege and white ashes.
Keep you coming back like a masochist. Let’s find out whose writing is the trashiest.
Jump in line like a good little fascist. But you’ll never find out where all the cash ist.

So he says he’s a social liberal. Right. And I’m a fuckin’ white Aryan.
At the zoo you’ll find the barbarians. I’ve never seen so many Libertarians.
Shh, be quiet and don’t scary em’. If you get enough guns you gotta marry ‘em.
You got a small enough dick you open carry ‘em. There ain’t enough bullshit in this terrarium.

This is the world that they want bad. Where rights disappear with a stamp pad.
Think tanks churn hate into the want ads. People begging so much they need knee pads.
A nuclear family and a launch pad. Communist black lists and the whole bag.
I’d rather masturbate with a brillo pad. Than have the same exact world that my parents had.