I'm a Singer (Haters)

So you wanna hear about my politics

Yeah, I can show you things that can make you sick

There's a satellite above me that's taking pics

And the army from the west have started sending mix

And I'm sat in America doing tricks

So the army's looking at me like I'm a bitch

And I'm thinking about the babies lying in the ditch

Thinkin' if they had a kite phone you would see this shit

And what you see on myspace is just a little bit

And the story is always fucked by the time it hits

Why the hell would journalist be thick as shit?

Cause lies=power=politics

I'm a singer

Never said anything else

I didn't lie to you

Thinkin' of somebody else

Yeah, ego and hate is your burning brick

You live in the mansions

Stealing from the sick

Did my tsunami money go to your chicks?

For her Bentley is she riding your dirty dick

Your son can go to Harvard to learn the tricks

Like economy eats the poor like a twix

In the 3rd world stick would sniff you out like dicks

You write your own reviews to get away with it

You can talk shit to me, I'm used to it

You make me hard with the wounds that I had to lick

You can pick on me and I can see it out a click

You're a racist, I wouldn't trust you one bit

I'm a singer

Never said anything else

I didn't lie to you

Thinkin' of somebody else