Walking with my savior
In the Walmart parking lot
Man, I wish he’d carry me
Like that poem in the frame I got
From the secondhand store on Peter’s Creek
Right by the old Kmart the one close to the ABC liquor store

[IT’S ACROSS FROM THE COOKOUT, YOU KNOW THE ONE]

It’s Christmas Eve at U-Thrift
And I’m rollin deep today
Got two forties and a crack rock
Ain’t nothing push me away
‘Cept that policeman with diabetes
Them beady eyes they lookin’ at me
But I’m invisible with these brand new fakeass yeezy’s

My Lord he done blessed me
Got me an auto doctor store
We do a little body work, hit the still between our chores
We some mean free thinking, liberated, loud QAnon believers
We don’t mask up, we arm up, and we’re chronic underachievers
We ain’t no soyboy libtards, we like methamphetamine and reefer
This is about personal choice, son, supply side American Jesus

I ain’t read them 12 copies of Atlas Shrugged I bought
Ain’t ever been much for readin’, but it sounded smart I thought
To set ‘em on the shelf and pretend I understand the nuances of economics
Have you met my sister-wife Janice? She’s a goddamn freakaholic
Specially if you got a sixteenth and twenty dollars

[LETS GO BRANDON!]

Pass me a can of spray paint,
I’d like to huff me one or four
Used to do airbrush propellant
But the Dixie Classic ain’t no more
Cause the Dems come along and screwed that up
Lemme get a Natty Light in this solo cup
Them social justice warriors destroying red blooded American values

Them liberal elites been trafficking our kids
I heard Hillary brings ‘em in on pallet wrapped skids
Screamin’ for their mama’s and Rothschild lollapaleezes
Don’t know what that actually means but between these Covid 19 wheezes
Imma tell you why that concert is a celebration of Satan

Y’all might think this is satire, but I’m serious as Hell
Tom Hanks and Lady Gaga got some kids in a dark and dingy cell
‘neath a pizza joint in DC that ain’t got no basement
and if you disagree you’re a gosh darn commie socialist

My Lord he done blessed me
Got me an auto doctor store
We do a little body work, hit the still between our chores
We some mean free thinking, liberated, loud QAnon believers
We don’t mask up, we arm up, and we’re chronic underachievers
We ain’t no soyboy libtards, but we like methamphetamine and reefer
This is about personal choice, son, supply side American Jesus

[TAXATION IS THEFT BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE ROADS, HEALTHCARE, EDUCATION, OR SOCIAL SECURITY YOU DADGUM COMMUNIST]