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

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)

Production: Boom-Bip
Vocals recorded by: Daddy Kev at the Echo Chamber