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circus of dead squirrels - chickenshit lyrics

where i see god, you just see green
what you call product i call a
cheap shot violation
brute abomination
domination in vain, blessed with the brains to find better ways
stand up to it, chickensh-t
don’t lose yourself to corporate gain
let them fall and crumble

don’t sleep through the alarm
the sweet dreams are over, wake up

fun lovin’ silly ones at tyson bless their heart
with a goofy, toothless smile and a stench like a fart
rich, white, fat f-cks sit
push insane objectives
fifteen minute break; squeeze the chickens till they spew
get to act like a caveman, yabba dabba doo
no time to use the bathroom
p-ss on what they consume
i work hard on the line all motherf-ckin’ day
bust a cap in yo feathered -ss if you hurt my brain
east coast chicken choker, so insane
don’t hate the playa, hate the game, b-tch
cash stackin’ k!lla, pimpin’ hens and hoes
i got blood and guts all over my clothes
no f-ckin’ chicken gonna peck my crew
full of backwoods hicks and illegal foos, sh-t

down in h-ll, chef hitler rolls your b-lls in batter
sam walton sells your frozen thighs at a low price
loose skin jared from subway devours your congealed flesh, eat fresh
bobby flay grills and marinades your breast and legs

what kind of man slams an animal into the wall?
were you molested?
what kind of people buy their food from neanderthals?
the whole godd-mn place does; united land of morons
what kind of country lets this happen without even a fee to pay?
the good ol’ usa
what kind of god do you believe in, is it like you, fat cheap and lazy?
crucified for fast food

slave master sanders and his famous fried chicken
antibiotics and -rs-nic a-make it finger l!ckin’
buckets full of corpses
p-ss sh-t’sauce and biscuits
cute little slogans are the selling points
not ethics and morals, doing chickens right
things that’should disturb
erased by spice and herbs
travel long distance, got a craving for a blood clot
look for a sh-thole, highway pit stop
fat to the finish
’cause i eat popeye’s chicks
visit chick-fil-a ,witness the bizarre mormons
where the word of god says ‘save the cows, k!ll more chickens’
holy sabbath sunday
rest for sin on monday

down in h-ll, genghis khan packs your -ss with breadcrumbs
dave thomas wants your fat -ss as a midnight snack
some -ssh0l- from mcdonald’s makes chunks of you a dollar menu
george foreman, your blood dripping, his lean mean machine

- circus of dead squirrels lyrics

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