Blame the Wizards - Brown Brigade

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