Prison Or Rope
⏳ You backstabbing pricks in your thousand-dollar ties, Sold out the homeland for globalist lies. You flood our streets with chaos and crime, Then scream “hate speech” when we point out the grime. Carbon tax crooks, you leeches in suits, Get rich off our backs. It's Asia that pollutes. Your mansions are guarded, our towns overrun, We step over needles while you jetset for fun. Prison or rope — that’s all you get, No cushy trial, no safety net. We’re done with the talk, done playing nice, It’s hangman’s justice or twenty to life. Let rapists out early, slap murderers' wrists, But jail a farmer for raising his fists. Your justice is dead, your courts are a joke, We’re coming for blood — prison or rope. You laughed in our face, called us backwards and dumb, Now the reckoning’s here, and your time has come. This ain’t a protest, it’s a damn purge, You’re first in line when the pitchforks surge. Prison or rope — no middle ground, Your crimes are loud, i hope your proud. You traded our lives for your power and greed, Now you’ll swing for your sins, you criminal breed. So hide in your bunkers, pray to your gods, The torches are lit, and we’re done playing pawns. You crossed the line, now there’s no hope— We’re settlin’ scores… with prison or rope.
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⏳ You backstabbing pricks in your thousand-dollar ties, Sold out the homeland for globalist lies. You flood our streets with chaos and crime, Then scream “hate speech” when we point out the grime. Carbon tax crooks, you leeches in suits, Get rich off our backs. It's Asia that pollutes. Your mansions are guarded, our towns overrun, We step over needles while you jetset for fun. Prison or rope — that’s all you get, No cushy trial, no safety net. We’re done with the talk, done playing nice, It’s hangman’s justice or twenty to life. Let rapists out early, slap murderers' wrists, But jail a farmer for raising his fists. Your justice is dead, your courts are a joke, We’re coming for blood — prison or rope. You laughed in our face, called us backwards and dumb, Now the reckoning’s here, and your time has come. This ain’t a protest, it’s a damn purge, You’re first in line when the pitchforks surge. Prison or rope — no middle ground, Your crimes are loud, i hope your proud. You traded our lives for your power and greed, Now you’ll swing for your sins, you criminal breed. So hide in your bunkers, pray to your gods, The torches are lit, and we’re done playing pawns. You crossed the line, now there’s no hope— We’re settlin’ scores… with prison or rope.
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