Masss ShoooTING
Because it's true. Murica is indeed the greatest, undisputed, number one world champion at a thang...
Lyrics
[Intro] Question one, class: What makes a nation great at last? Is it flags, or guns, or the prayers on blast? Oh wait… don’t answer fast. [Chorus : protest-chant bounce] Masss Shooo… TING! Bananasutra’s on the mic, truth bleeding in the ink Masss Shooo… TING! Freedom rings, but it clinks, clinks, clink. Masss Shooo… TING! Murica’s gold medal, let that sink, Masss Shooo… TING! Another “thoughts & prayers,” reload, don’t blink. [Verse 1] Debate me, baby, mental health or metal shell? Freedom or the profit when the stock ticks swell? Second Amendment heaven or domestic hell? The barrel spins like bigotracy’s carousel. Breaking-news scroll, fresh blood on a roll, Ticker-tape confetti for the “lone gun soul.” NRA bake sale, “donate, reload!” While the preachers teach lessons in holy holes. [Verse 2] Question two: what’s the cure, huh? More guns? Sure, bruh! Arm the preacher, arm the nurse, Arm the toddlers first, make it worse. Lobbyists laughing like a half-time show, Debt’s rising, body counts still grow. Call it “freedom,” call it “faith,” call it “great,” But it’s capitalism point-blank, checkmate. [Chorus] Masss Shooo… TING! Bananasutra hummin’ truth that sting, Masss Shooo… TING! Where “thoughts” are cheap and the bullets bling. Masss Shooo… TING! Ranked number one, true-story thing, Masss Shooo… TING! Freedom, by any means (cha-ching). [Bridge] Pop quiz: If a bullet flies in a classroom and no law changes, did it ever make a sound? Yeah, it did. It sounded like contempt. [Outro] Red, white, and bruise, Stars and strife, Murica’s anthem Shoot… to prove life.