Fudge 'Round from DOPPELBÄNGER by RoofDogg

How dare you try and come between me and my welfare queen! It’s the “land of the free” and after all I get not even $200 bucks a month. Gonna spend it how I please, eat what I wanna eat. If you had cents you’d do like me.

But nah, you’re just a small government cuck, a hypocrite, or confused as fuck. Humping the corpse of Reagan all while billionaires like Trump get away with milking your tits raw. They give you shitty pay, shitty jobs. I bet you love the cops. I bet you give them props. They’re the biggest tax suck besides the bombs we drop.

You’ll have to take these fudge rounds out from my cold dead hands.

Last night I had this crazy dream: I was jamming out with Woody, Phil Ochs, and Joe Hill, Victor Jara, John Prine, Patrick Haggerty. We were singing “Eat the Rich” by Blackberri, union mining songs from Harlan County, Tom Scribner played the saw, Paul Robeson’s voice boomed through it all.

I stepped outside to Purple Mountains for a toke. Gil Scott rapped with Nina Simone, he said, “There’s a bitch slap waiting for anyone making Confederate anthems.” Which side are you on?

Cuz it’s clear as day you sold your soul. Where you’re going won’t meet none of them good folks. And to think, you had a shot at redemption, passed a Gucci Mane deal to play a phony redneck.

Read my lips “you’ll never take my god-given right to eat fudge rounds.”

I can fake a country accent too. I listen to your songs, they all make me blue. Your fan base is landlords and salesmen, misanthropic Neo-Nazi frogmen, and a bunch of gullible liberals who turn to fascists when they are exposed to the poverty the system creates. We’re living in a capitalist hellscape.

You better shut your mouth if you’re gonna talk down to your brothers and sisters in the working class.

Or you’ll find out, if you fuck around with our fudge rounds...

• Folk
• Neo-Soul
• Reggae
• Surf Rock
• World
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