Blame the Wizards

Not the wands, but the wizards that hold them
Cheap sheep leopard skin fakery rollin'
Not to mention Huh!
The guns that they’re holdin'
Grandpa’s fingerprints and name but not stolen
The Kings' men are growin trees
Still enforcing charge and fees
Nanomite clean energies
We lock the door and we spit on the keys
Don’t tell us that we can’t
Don’t tell us that we can’t
Don’t tell us that we can’t
Don’t tell us that we can’t
Meatlocker of your purebread scene
Powdered nose donuts do you know what i mean?
Seeking youth, in designer jeans
Mustache morals yet you still smell clean?
Don’t tell us that we can’t
Don’t tell us that we can’t
Don’t tell us that we can’t
Don’t tell us that we can’t
Solo 1: By Craigulator
Solo 2: By Brownsound