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[El Producto] 
Do you know who you are.. 
Do you know who you are fucking with? 
Do you know  the access  to weapons  money and power 
that we have? We will fucking kill you! 

I'm the ugliest version of passed down toxic capitalist 
rapid emcee perversion    I'm America! 
Your bleeding heart liberal drivel gets squashed 
Wash em with sterilized rhyme patriot guided weaponry bomb 
from the makers of the devious hearts -- I'm America! 
You bitchy little tarts don't even phase my basic policy 
The bomb's smarter, my Ronald Reagan's crush Carter 
Prepare big tactics, makin young men into martyrs 
(Come on down!) Come to my happy promised land 
Smiley faced opportunity cypher 
and jump on the CoFlow pension plan 
A proletariat, crushing State of the Union 
between serpentine words and mass confusion 
of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment 
Your family will love my low-rent, low-life 
no-brain, reality-dagger, MOVEMENT 
Hop over the border for amusement; try to test the waters 
that the other slaughter crews periodic usin 
You up against -- Jesus Freak, formin corporations in Young Republicans 
Indelible NATO force hidden agenda, puppet governments 
I'm lovin it! Keep the people guessin who I'm runnin with 
Control the population and hide behind sacred covenants 
Fuckin with me?!?! Means liberal wildlife burnin, gasoline seized 
and an automagnetic third world printed with metal plates in they knees 
Can't you hear the disenchanted, hide the scream of 
Gabriel's reflected new wind instrument, a judgment played in flat C 
I replace humans like robots in a GM factory (warning! warning!) 
Then explore metaphors to sweat shops, cause the price is satisfactory 
Your pious little cries of injustice get met with apathy (a SHUCKS!) 
Soak, cloak, hormone injected dairy product 
and conservative right-wing anti-eroticism; the poisonous 
resevoirs and power lines in your neighborhood cause botchilism 
SENSELESS! Join the census, censorship sentences sentence 
Triple-felon citizen paid pennance! 
Dissension against C-F ends in, penetentiary residence 
Lock em up first, then ask questions 
Ommision presence, my CHARM is the weapon 
with cameras mics and satellites that leave privacy breathless 
You don't even know the chemicals you've ingested 
Urine tested -- BEAT INNOCENT MAN TIL HE CONFESSES 

"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?" 
"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?" 
[El-P] I'm America! I'm America! I'm America! Mr. Len, get busy on em! 

* DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God damn!!" * 

[El-Producto] 
I'm America arrogant!! Terminus verbal curfew murders 
You either purchase my products or you're worthless, that's my servants! 
Don't look into the oculars of a daylight saver 
Erase your city head and momument defacer comprising of 
patriot droids, sent into the void with lead linings 
Employed by the bureaucrats of automatic twisted rhyme timing 
You're guaranteed nothing but my fat little finger 
that lingers one inch off of the big button -- LET'S START THIS! 
I'm Saran gas, hide in your apartments 
I'm stealth like a robot hidden in the fat asshole of Cartman 
And give a crippling fuck like sand sharkskin condom 
to your apparent vaginal problem - the hottest shit on Soundbombing 
I'm American til infinite justice measure to Pesticide Cemetary 
Invite you to cross the border then SHIT on your divinities 
What language is that? I'm angusih in fact, tangle with a 
star-spangled standard issue for crowd management 
Go wild and get a trial and then a hot cry to harassment 
by the crowd force of my mental pedestrian checker, 
that smashes subordinate skulls and update the file in your dental records 
You tryin to get a light but yet the crowd is my paid hecklers (BOO! BOO!) 
You just stepped into the spectrum of paranoid word wrangle 
Thinkin you sick with a sihlouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothes 
I'm America!! This is where the pain grows like poppies 
in a Field of Dreams I paid for, I'll burn it down if operated sloppily 
COPY? My economic sanction rhyme style got your syllables 
scraping for rice and riding in a green 1960 jalopy 
My favorite flavour of gas is mustard 
I'm fuckin a blind hermaphrodite icon and convincin you that it's justice! 

"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?" 
* DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God damn!!" * 

[El-Producto] 
Treason will not be tolerated! 
You have been enlisted.. into a lifestyle that you may not change! 
Understand! You can't be happy.. and smile.. for the cameras! 
MotherFUCKER!

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