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 (awww, 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