IRS Lyrics

The IRS callin' your phone, boy, it might be a bill collector

The tax man ringin' your phone, girl

They're here to extract your nectar

The IRS callin' your phone, boy, it might be a bill collector

The IRS callin' your phone, boy

They're here to extract your nectar

I don't give a motherfuckin' goddamn

Fuck that motherfucker Uncle Sam

He's not my kin, not related to that guy

You do the work, but he takin' half of the pie

You workin' class, he bend you over and worked your shaft

Not makin' enough, you constantly overdraft

Don't pull in enough, every month, late on rent

You get your check, but it's already spent

It's like every fuckin' year they raise the poverty line

Up, groceries up, what the fuck, gas is up

Again, they gon' blame it on the weather or some stupid shit

And they gon' blame it on a barrel of crude price

But I swear to God, dude, it's not right

That every time I look up, these crooks cook another excuse

To cook a book up or crook up

And take another cut of your cut and raise your taxes up

Fuck

The IRS callin' your phone, boy, it might be a bill collector

The tax man ringin' your phone, girl

They're here to extract your nectar

The IRS callin' your phone, boy, it might be a bill collector

The IRS callin' your phone, boy

They're here to extract your nectar

So you don't own the land under your house

You only own the property that's sittin' on it

Don't own the pipes, but you on the toilets shittin' on it

Don't own the air above you, but you breathin' on it

God dong'it

Yeah, you don't own the airspace above your head

Yeah, you don't own the ground where you're buried dead

Only own yourself and what you think

Tradin' your rights

Now you don't own your voice when you speak

Which is weird, cause in court, yo, your word is your bond

Let me explain what the fuck's goin' on

Born into a social game and you didn't write the rules to the shit

Not the inceptor, so you're gonna pay a tax for it

Cause you're a public entity, property operating in a meat suit

Controlled by a name that somebody wrote on a birth certificate

That's copywritten by elitist motherfuckers

Now you gettin' it? they hit a lick

The IRS callin' your phone, boy, it might be a bill collector

The tax man ringin' your phone, girl

They're here to extract your nectar

The IRS callin' your phone, boy, it might be a bill collector

The IRS callin' your phone, boy

They're here to extract your nectar

Cold game, them motherfuckers left Europe

Come over here, talkin' about

We wanna be free from the kings and queens and feudalism

Then set up the same motherfuckin' shop

British banking systems, Feudalism

Kings and queens and fuckin' serfs and merchants

And all kinda taxation shit

Then buy slaves from slave traders

Some Portuguese motherfuckers

Runnin' up and down the coast of Africa

Stealin' motherfuckers

Bring em' to South Americas, the North Americas

Have em' build a motherfuckin' country

And all the wealth for 400 plus years, right

This shit is built

And the got the nerve to turn around and set you free

And then tax your ass

The fuck!

And justify all that bullshit actin' as a corporation

We live in a corporatocracy

This shit is fuckin' sick

It's like perverted as fuck, dude

And the fact is, everybody's in on it

That's the American way