Lyrics Red Menace Redux - JJ Demon

Hegemony Hellbound
Switch the camera to the handheld for the held down
Drop a hammer like an anvil
Propaganda got them spellbound
I'm not the man to bring the dogs
With me if I wasn't talking about the hellhounds
If you think you got the Tropicana we can drop the candor and get down down
Thirty shot banana clip we'll give Chiquita back to Guatemala post haste
If Quantico's your alma mater I'm going to send a bomb to you through you postmates
Rock a hoodie with a stocking cap bring the stocking back like I'm Ghostface
Splatter pattern on the mirror like you hit your Adam's apple with a close shave
You are not in control
Not your body or your soul
Bullets following you home
The bottom is cold
Death is ominous and slow
No one's honest on the throne
We got to get paid
Just the product of the state
They want us rotting in a cage
A lot of us stayed
That's the lottery you played
You want to win you gotta play it
Air America were heroin traffickers
CIA's the biggest terrorist backer
Sarin gas on your flight out of Maryland
Good samaritans in therapy afterwords
No America is good america they want to scare us with the troop movement
The scariest thing about hell is eventually everyone in it gets used to it
Slap it off if you're wearing a monocle
He rats saw it in the Chronicle
Elite schools to Intelligence Jacking off in the skull of Geronimo
Biochemical weapon facilities Cryogenic when it's cold out in Philly
And horizontal when I'm swinging the guillotine
Drop a broken bucket clip and reload
Chopper opens up and dips you in gold
Your fucking Tonka truck will flip off the road
Boxcutter in the back in the dark
Jux feeling like a stab in the heart
You should have felt it when you got in the car
Awe man
Look behind us it's the lawman
United States got the technology? It already fell in the wrong hands
Listen close you might learn something you can think about when the song ends
If we ain't united the barrels you bought don't matter cause you're at the wrong end

I already hit them with the ghost gun
You already know I be the red menace
Enough hens we can kill a fox
I can put an end to your endeavors
You probably knew me back in 2010 when I set a trend for the trend setters
We'll scare them with our solidarity
The feds will bring back poison pen letters
I put elites under white sheets
Turn a bully to a bed wetter
I'm Ed Vedder cause I'm never yellow in the streets and you know my lead better
I jack whites call me Deadweather
Masked men in the event center
Until Lenin I was just another fucking armed felon with a vendetta
Cmon man