Busdriver - Kill Your Employer (Recreational Paranoia is the Sport of Now) lyrics

Huh!
This motherfucker was passin' out pamphlets
To me an' shit tryin' to put me up on game
I was like, "You stinky motherfucker!"

With long armpit hair
Sticking out like a sore thumb
Smelling like dinosaur dung
These hippies are holier than thou at poorly
Attended peace marches holding
Cold veggie dogs
I'm not your homie or pen pal though I
Unload ink cartridges at Red State demigods
Cause smearing a salad on a SUV can't
Save the black faces at the refugee camp
There is your sterling Sputnik
To compliment your unfurling drug fix
You've been hoodwinked the
Secret brotherhood winks
As your heroes push ink
With their branded buttocks
Now he's an action-pose doll
Clad in the latest fashion faux pas
Just another rapping know-it-all trying to
De-politicize those big business ties
Let me guess
You're a macrobiotic cuisine prep-cook
With a text book liberal outlook
In an oppressed nook couch surfing
But, your dad's got employment
History at Halliburton
While you dress like wild mermen
Cause recreational paranoia
Is the sport of now, so kill your employer
Cause recreational paranoia
Is the sport of now, so kill your employer
Cause recreational paranoia
Is the sport of now, so kill your employer
Cause recreational paranoia
Is the sport of now, so kill your employer
(Throw my fists in the air)
(yeah) Kill your employer
(If you can do that
Then I'm impressed) Kill your employer
(Throw my fists in the
Air) Kill your employer
(Throw my fists in the air, It's easy
Just) Kill your employer
(It's very therapeutic, actually)

Riddled with neo-expressionism omitted words
And arty erasure
You pass out your Green Party favor
Smoking on cush hash algae at
The Bush bash rally
Mocking army brigade verve
Bar-b-qing sorts of meat substitutes
Arguing at your bleak study group
Shunning pop art in your turtle-neck
Shopping carts with turbo jets
Write Red Cross personal checks
Yet no relief monies are en route
You exchange wistful kai bai-bos while
They prep the missile silos
And I'll fortify the Left's patron saint
With anti-war cries and face paint
When the GOP appoints a man in tights
To read protestors their Miranda rights
Hey, this is an anger pact
A teen scratch post
That boast a paperback zine pathos
"Unsheathe the saber" says thee
Blasphemer's acting coach
And torment the Scientologist at the Cineplex
They are bonafide clansmen in dinner dress
Giving your art loft undertows
The thumb and nose
Cause recreational paranoia
Is the sport of now, so kill your employer
Cause recreational paranoia
Is the sport of now, so kill your employer
Cause recreational paranoia
Is the sport of now, so kill your employer
Cause recreational paranoia
Is the sport of now, so kill your employer
(Throw my fists in the
Air) Kill your employer kill your employer
Kill your employer

I don't join the ranks of ordinary men
(uh huh)
I burn flags not oil reserves (uh huh)
I'm no ex-football player Iraqi combatant
(uh huh)
Who the fuck do you think you're talking to
(uh huh)
I don't join the ranks of ordinary men
(uh huh)
I burn flags not oil reserves (uh huh)
I'm no ex-football player Iraqi combatant
(uh huh)
Who the fuck do you think you're talking to
(uh huh) it's me fucker (uh huh)
It's me (uh huh) it's me (uh huh)
(uh, huh)