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Fuck a bunch of billionaires
Do you think they really care?
About the likes of you and me
They’ll never have my sympathy
We are nation in despair
Fuck a bunch a billionaires
They’re coming for the working poor
Keep you fighting culture wars
They’re rotten to the core
Make you think you’re gonna score
They dangle hate under your nose
You’re so easy to control
They just went and stole your soul
Left your ass out in the cold
Fuck a bunch of billionaires
I don’t have a single care
I won’t lose one wink of sleep
If they end up out the streets
Free Luigi from their snare
Fuck a bunch of billionaires
Written by Brandon Fuson
Copyright 2025
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Hatin' Nazis
02:38
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This ain’t about left and right
It’s all about right and wrong
This ain’t about party lines
This is where we all stand strong
Grandad spilled his blood
Watched his brothers die
I ain’t afraid to get in the mud
And look a fascist in the eye
Hating Nazis is like apple pie
It’s an American thing
We will not comply
Hating Nazis no apologies
You can keep that shit the hell away from me
Go ahead call us woke
We ain’t gonna let you troll
Think it’s all a joke
You just went and sold your soul
You’re not gonna shut us up
You ain’t gonna shout us down
And if you try to raise your flag
We will burn your ass to the ground
Written by Brandon Fuson & Charlie Bacall
Copyright 2025
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Friday evening it’s quitting time
Bobby heads down to the county line
Where the girls all dance around to the hoochie-koo
He gets a seat right up front
Pulls out a pocket full of ones
That big old wad of cash catches their eye
Then a pretty little thing says can I sit down
Would you like to buy me a round?
Bobby’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree
No the stripper don’t like you,
She’s just playing the game
You’re getting Scarlett Fever
That ain’t her real name
She’s gonna say you’re a real stud
She’s gonna say you’re the man
She’s gonna empty your pockets
You’ll spend the night with your hand
Now Bobby’s working himself to death
Trying to get out of the red
There’s a rally next week and he’s dying to go
He’s got the red hat so he buys a shirt
Shows it off to his friends at work
tells them about the man that’ll save the day
He takes the stage Bobby does the chants
He makes him feel he’s got a fighting chance
As tries not to pass out from the heat
The billionaire don’t like you
He’s just playing the game
You think it’s gonna be great again
It’s just more of the same
He’s gonna give you fake outrage
Keep punching down at the poor
He’s laughing all the way to the bank
Every time you come back for more
Written by Brandon Fuson
Copyright 2025
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Cousin Ricky
03:57
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Cousin Ricky thinks he’s the cock of the walk
He’s never lived it but loves talking the talk
If he never did it, he knows someone who did
He puts everyone on blast
And keeps his skeletons hid
Cousin Ricky sitting on the front row at church
Thumping his Bible cherry picking his favorite verse
He lives in a glass house loves throwing stones
And if you’re ever in need he never picks up the phone
All he’s got is his Facebook balls
He’s a hardworking man on his page
But we all know his wife is wearing the pants
While he’s busy milking the state
He’s an expert on latest story yet he’s plugged straight into Fox News
He’d rather stand on his head and tell you a lie
Than stand up and tell you the truth
Cousin Ricky says Emma’s gonna burn in the flames
Refuses their pronouns and only uses their dead name
But I once saw Ricky hanging on the south side of town
Turns out he’s a chaser scared of the truth coming out
All he’s got is his TikTok balls
He’s a really bad ass on the screen
But I know for sure his wife is rolling her eyes
While she’s busy messaging me
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Well you burned up your Carhart
Poured out your Bud Light
Gave up on football
Thought you was fighting the good fight
Now we are boycotting Swa-stika-cars
So Elon will feel the pain
When you gonna buy a Tesla Bubba
Oh wait you can’t
When you gonna buy a Tesla bubba
When you gonna show support
Donnie done went and bought one
Now it’s your turn to buy one more
Prices going through the roof
The market’s in the tank
When you gonna buy a Tesla bubba
Oh wait you can’t
We went a pissed off our ally
They’re yanking liquor off the shelves
You’re still trying to figure out
How the whole world went to hell
Canada they ain’t gonna play
They’ll stick a dagger in the heart
And when they turn out the lights
You’re sure gonna miss your old Carhart
Written by Brandon Fuson
Copyright 2025
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Shut up and eat your eggs
Shut up and pay the price
He don’t need your vote no more
He ain’t got to play nice
That grocery bill is so high
Old Willie would lose his legs
But there’ll be no complaining
Shut up and eat your eggs
But hey English is official
And education’s out the door
The markets are all crashing
As you learn about trade wars
You’re out here flexing
Thinking he brought back free speech
That’s funny cause the last four years
You did nothing but bitch at me
Mamaw can’t afford her meds
Don’t say you wasn’t warned
You still ain’t played a trans in sports
But Daddy just lost the farm
But he cosplayed as a fry cook
Dressed up like a garage man
All you got was the Gulf of America
And Red White and Blue Land
You always warned of billionaires
And all the big tech bros
Then he invited them all to the dance
And left y’all out in the cold.
Written by Brandon Fuson
Copyright 2025
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Jimmy Carter Christian
03:31
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He never sold a bible but he did what Jesus said
Didn’t cherry pick Leviticus, just lived the words in red
He never had mugshot or sold it on a shirt
He never said the game was rigged
He just went on with his work
Are you a Jimmy Carter Christian
Do you practice what you preach?
If you’re only passing judgment
Don’t cast your stones at me
He never was a felon, he never broke the rules
He never defamed his victims, cause he never did abuse
He rolled up his sleeves, he laced up his boots
Never got above his raising, never forgot his roots
We never heard him boast
Never heard him brag
Never took his name and waved it on a flag
His name was never tangled in lies and deceit
For the ones a doubting Thomas
He made us all believe
Written by Brandon Fuson
Copyright 2025
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Mamaw bought the snake oil
That dude was pretty slick
Down at the tent revival
He’d pretend to heal the sick
Grandpaw laughed and said
That Oral Roberts is full of shit
And the Swaggart tears and Bakker years
Should’ve been the end of it
Years of willful ignorance
Bottled up with hate
The cult of personality
Knew how to spark their rage
Watching others suffer
They would all be entertained
Everything we fought for
They were willing to turn the page
Pardon all the traitors, the liars and the thieves
The dealers and the killers let them all walk free
Cry and play the victim, the mob takes the fifth
Welcome to the golden age of the grift
The working poor shout for more
Think they’ve owned the libs
They’ve all been sold a bill of goods
They just don’t see it yet
What’s good for the goose is good for the gander
Let’s watch these chickens
All vote for Colonel Sanders
I ain’t got a lot of faith
Not much of a believer
I know a camel can’t
Go through the eye of a needle
Say God is on their side Gather in the chamber
Jesus only raised his hand
Threw out the money changers
Written by Brandon Fuson
Copyright 2025
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