I'm no rapper, but the world's in the crapper...so it's time to say, while you been snooz'n, the world's been lose'n, in a great big way! Down they come, with 'star dollars' tattooed right across their bunn's, push'n their beans...like a liar shove'n shit in the back of an ass!
The Phuk'nnailian's, are here, and they've changed our air. They've added crap to our soda's and beer. They've changed our ham's and changed our spam's, our candy bars, are no longer edible. Potato chips are stacked and chemical. Non stop wars, non stop winds. Fires raging all over the land. Lying news. Nuclear plants...built right atop 'earthquake fault line cracks'.
They rationalize...'Earthlings, can't care for their world'. Phuk'nnailien's here, to do it better...'new and improved, 'is worse than ever'. Nicotine's out, vapor's in, some kind of Phuk'nnailian thing. All the guys, wear'n girly stuff, feminine side's taken over. Girls've all gone 'stud'.
Tiny little buttons on all the gizmo's...shock and awe over new technology, selling us things, we never needed anyway. Gotta have apps. Gotta have crap, and rapp it all in a sales ploy...with lots of 'soiled sex', grease it up, and shove it down our throats. Phuk'nnailian's are here, folks. They've taken over... everything!
Good buy! I don't think so! Big lie! They stole our kids too...turned'm into 'gaming zombies', and social morons!
Phuk'nnailian's!
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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