Crustfund Planet B (Ft. Kool Keith)

One dumb man plays one dumb riff, said he shot the ol' sheriff
Call it art, and make as if guns are god, you'll get the wiff
We now hear the crowd applaud
Give more meaning, garbage fraud
Get and take still equals flawed
Old white meat sure still tastes odd

Smart(er) man stabs the deputy
Holiday dream-off-duty
Heaven's full and real moody?
Naw, it's a dump and sits empty
Sad man keeps on talking fart
Call it art and give head start
Cry some more, that broken heart
You lost me at the stolen part

Dumb man sucking sorrow, takes a dump as a manifesto
Dumb man sucking sorrow, garbage we can buy or borrow
Garbage we can buy or borrow

Feeling culture physically bad
Discrimination of false leadership
Confused thoughts, who the people with?
Repeated lies in this political manuscript dictated by a hypocrite
Mislead while the clock tick for the conspiracy thats sick
Legalize substances
Should be clear at the radical conference
Political monsters sitting with suits eatin' lobsters
Mitt Romneys planted in the bodies
Who wanted to distort society with nothing inspiring
The primary cash won't last causin' disaster
Get rid of the problem faster
Burn their books, destroy every chapter
Garbage thrown out, that's what we trashin'
We can't starve the people like Brian Cashman
Evil thoughts get wrestled in the canvas