"They Label Me As Crazy"

Prod. Lee Keyz Lyrics: They label me as crazy, so they don't have to pay me x 4 Just say he's a momma's boy, trapped in the basement Just say he made it up and he has no basis Just say all those times we tried to kill him, it was faking And if that doesn't work, just say he was wasted They label me as crazy, so they don't have to pay me x 3 Yea you label me as crazy, so you don't have to pay me Xenophobics, racists, calling me mentally disabled Allies and basics, making 100k and complaining Like, 'stand up for the faggots or you're a terrorist of the nation And we scammed you out of your career, but that's just your fate And if you ever get angry, then you're not taking your medication' Oh, does this sound familiar That's because your people have been doing this for generations You know the ones that don't deserve their take home wages Facebook pages, 'oh no TikTok is going away' And they've been a racist towards the Chinese the whole time But now they're on RedNote, so the American says it's ok And keep complaining about who was a slave wayyy back in the day Instead of today Fake minorities getting real pay They'll take your soul and run away Won't speak to you for your whole life and then speak at your grave And the Madison fascists of course will just say I'm being pessimistic and an asshole 'See, everything that happened to you, happened to everyone And there's no evidence, because we're scammers But that's not evident And we're the government, and we have presidents And we made sure all the scammers that were in on the scam Against you Clifton Grefe specifically ended up in top spots In top positions in top slots And we left you for dead, oopsies Oh no we didn't, because we said' 'They need me to write a cute book about it And then write an open letter And do it like so perfectly And write a cartoon about it And Dungeons and Dragons And make a disc golf course themed after it And then go rehearse it to the capital Like I'm a good Lutheran' You're right in that in that once I get my money, you're over with I'm never letting your people take over again You all have the same accent And it ain't local, and somehow that's not delirious Asking me if I'm serious 'But what about the suburbs and Lake Geneva And the mansions in the northwoods' They have nothing to offer, nothing to say, nothing to teach Nothing to spread, nothing to share, nothing to reach Trying to pretend like they worked for it And I'm calling em out, so I'm a jerk for it Pretending like they ever had a workforce Or a purpose 'But what about the porpoises and the people Over in the Philippines' Destroying the life of the person struggling down the street Because they don't like their lingo or the color of their teeth 'And why would they destroy their skin with those tattoos That's not bevel, and I don't like the mark of the devil' 'And that's not the reason, I just don't believe in it And I'm an American, and that's my belief system And I have the right to believe in it And for you to tell me something like that Is just creeping up on my rights as an American And I'm an American And everything you say is just so un-American So don't talking about leveling the playing field or nothing like that I've been living my life with me and my daddy And my cousin, and my sister, and my butt loving blood cousin And all that is just living my life, and that's good'