"The Difference"

Beefo Roman RSK Lyrics: "I went way too deep in hip hop, I fucked that bitch up Now that cunt a slut and everybody want some But I guess that’s the double edged dildo great ones I know I ain’t the only one, I know I ain’t the Holy God But you are just a silent, snobby, nod on the job Calling capitalistic plots business And the only tickets to success, bought or indifference So maybe, maybe just listen I grew up in the furthest point of Madison in a pit like Batman But on the opposite side of gerrymandering But I guess I’ve been told I deserve the red line Like it’s bread to Abrahamic religions Cringeworthy, make you flinch and tell The story of first and third person Anonymous rhetoric, like I think I’m some sort Metaphorical, metaphysical, omnipotent, omnipresence From alto to bass vocals, international publishing Engineering, direction, marketing, social media Web design and radio hosting, journalism, authoring Show production independent And you’re still staring a poster child, a post ’09 style of mine U.S.A. molester style Just like the good old days of containing Wisconsin To a refugee camping state Oh, that line didn’t hit you Because you don’t know the history from the past to the present For Santa’s sake, you’re not even good at giving presents to a Germy peasant Hipity hop, flippity flop Contradictory statements that empty spaces love to refrain Like I’m hearing things, but I’m just a wisp in the wind And it’s the same with country and rock, you’re all just racist sluts You would suck the life out of dummy, take it and run I’ve seen it more than once personally, literally, not figuratively Like when you say actually or facts, science or math These groupies will clique up, infiltrate your circle Take your friends and references, all in the name of anyone-but-him This grimy intellectual that made you the coolest Stomp me back in the ground like I’m a Native student Oh, man, I meant that sarcastic Ay, you notice the ones speaking on your culture Are too real to be seen in public? And those working in the streets and fields are too dumb to understand Why their PC phrases are somehow the result of the greatest minds on the planet Sitting on their asses, trying to explain why the lower class needs to stay in their lane Like too DYI and DUI, like homeless vets, broken men, and disabled men I’d love to hang a whole studio by aux cables Drive one of my pink piggy ribs through the whole office Fill you rapists up with methane gas and watch you explode And take your bitch on a plutonic date Just so she knows how a heterosexual working man really is Man, I’m so rare I’m dripping in myoglobin I’ll hang you out to dry like a clothespin I’m a Rhiner, Rhoner, stoner, straight out Rhodesia Like I ran to the steeple and gave your people a new meaning I’ve been called heavenly and evil, like a real angelic reaper I do deeds if I need to I feel a rush when I feel the blood Serial killers in my veins, and I can feel it, real heroes The ones with the caps and gowns that say it all Real T’s, you know we T’d up in OT Going over the show and police from the coast Blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah They talking blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah They talking blah, blah, blah"