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RedSept - All-American Death Sentence [Thanks, Man!] (prod by R4MSAY)

I grab n' go, tiger toes spider webs n' astral globes been both boy who lived, and the girl who rose, the habits show ya fuckers know the damage on my frontal lobe they'd sell homes to hide it, those plots unrolled, = slow murders, life insurance for these lives they stole, robbed us of identity n' left bleeding out our soul, they gave the feds camera rolls but this news is very old, two-thousand two was when, the fire was still under coals == child abusers who hide, killin' us the very goal still pretend I'm a guy at, thirty-five years old, never allowed expression; had to do what I was told, you'd think a cabin-boy fag would fit their perfect mold = for a set-up, a get-up let me, put you on hold, agent forty-seven 'bout to, off you in these folds, karmic irony oh blimey that family story's got a hole, I wiretapped you fuckers knowin' those debts you all owe, ======= "THANKS MAN! (Thanks man, thanks man, thanks man)..." You transphobic mother-fuckers, I'm never too far; "THANKS MAN! (Thanks man, thanks man, thanks man)..." Call me a clown bitch, I carry nukes into bars, "THANKS MAN! (Thanks man, thanks man, thanks man)..." the devil plays poker, I've had the one trump card; "THANKS MAN! (Thanks man, thanks man, thanks man)..." Every song I write that's another tally to the arts; ========= Telegraphic telepathic, every human so pathetic dark empath essence in the hall, of death metrics a hologram represents the image of our presence, I'm from the future, resending what you've resented, = and motherfucker it's in this, image I've presented, that Eminem's a real gem kinda like that body you rented, you wanna know the pain, I really represent? Dogma the RedSept called it, the ghost again; == A God's holy message, said it; in three exits, black market tested, a nest egg investment, they groomed me as a scapegoat, so pretentious, you pencil pushin' pissants just, pray for attention, = so sucker you bout to pay attention a skirmish apprehension, no one fuckin' cares our kids, trapped in detention welcome to this prison, the all-American lesson that being born here is an all-American death sentence, == ======= "THANKS MAN! (Thanks man, thanks man, thanks man)..." You transphobic mother-fuckers, I'm never too far; "THANKS MAN! (Thanks man, thanks man, thanks man)..." Call me a clown bitch, I carry nukes into bars, "THANKS MAN! (Thanks man, thanks man, thanks man)..." the devil plays poker, I've had the one trump card; "THANKS MAN! (Thanks man, thanks man, thanks man)..." ** Every song I write that's, the trauma in my art =========