The People's Champ

[Intro: AWKWORD] Yo. Put your fucking champagne down The revolution is coming Let's get it cracking, you motherfuckers People's Champion right here, let's do this [Hook: AWKWORD] x2 Right is right, (get 'em), wrong is wrong Sick of all the mis-advice, why I'm singing this song Hating how you live your life, why you're singing along I'm The People's Champion, Torah, Bible, Koran [Verse 1: AWKWORD] Compassionate person who's always cared about people On the rooftop of the building, picking them off, I've gone lethal Ain't nobody ever understand, but in death we're all equal Mother fuck, I know you don't get it, obsessed that killing's not legal Wow, I'm called evil, that's why it ain't nice to meet you It's so simple to me, I view this shit as if it's see through Rock a tattoo of the Star of David, the sacrificial Hebrew Cleaning up the world's mess, that's the dirt that we do Is it better to be miserable, living your life cursed on this earth Or better to be delivered in a hearse, to your whole family, it still hurts The pain is inevitable, plus, the pain is relative Is it better to be resting in peace, or dragged down by sedatives To dwell in the present, is to be broken down by the president But I ain't gon let that shit happen, not for my Sub-City residents Call me a renegade, destroyer, sicko, burning my own path I'm the sick sadistic savior, yo, you're doing the wrong math [Hook] x2 [Verse 2] The next question, of course, is what happens when we get paper First thing's first, if they're assholes they're not neighbors Drag them onto the lawn, slice them slow with rusty razors Climb up into their cribs, go get it, it's all pay dirt And don't bother to thank me, I ain't doing this as a favor I ain't even a real person, fam, my meaning's much greater Call me Mr. F-ing Durden, everybody grab your shaver We ain't killing them with kindness, we're lighting torches, they're in danger Pussy politicians, corrupt cop finger itchers Sick molesting rapists, racists, that's what bitch is Puss distorted fucks who take they're side, that's what snitch is That's why we built The People's Army, God forbid this Gossip guppy-scale fishes, they're flushed down toilets of ghetto heavens All the fallen angel fuck-ups, rocking halos and weapons The never settled war veterans, these are my brethren I deliver medicine, the reality dose, the bitter end [Hook] x2