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cancel equals death
press time is breath
you give them air
they’ll take yours from your chest

well excuse me mister
I didn’t mean to kill ya
i meant to be the blister
on the tip of your finger
but then you spilt my beer
and i couldn’t help but clock ya
tiny little swastika
on the edge of your chest
so the pint became the justice
and your face was the oppressor
and i glassed that mother fucker
back into his seat uh
and again on his back uh
once more to the kisser
then I kissed him on the lips and
I lit up my tobacco

my skin is pink
my rage is dead
my soul is blue
my nails is red
so let me make it clear
if you’re a centrist or a toff
if you don’t stand up against em
you’re a nazi punk, fuck off.

I wear that Scarlett letter
Bold on my chest
Everybody’s looking like
I got a frog on my head
Yeah what you saying?
Someone tell me different
I’m gonna get that easy A
Regardless of the praying
What does it mean?
When you get to the root?
It’s a whistle for dogs
To come out with their flutes
And their drums
And march through the street
We will not be silenced
They all start to screech
It’s political correctness gone mad
It’s hurting our businesses
(aw that's sad)
But the worlds so broken
Its only the witnesses
That say ‘hey, could you not’
And then get abuse
‘You can’t cancel me’
Is the main excuse.
You can't Cancel me
I'll fuckin eat ur brains
You can't cancel me

(tobacco smoke contains over 70 substances known to cause cancer)

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from Send​/​sub​/​space, released July 31, 2021

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