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Tom MacDonald - Facts feat. Ben Shapiro
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom MacDonald
Tom MacDonald
Vocals
Ben Shapiro
Ben Shapiro
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom MacDonald
Tom MacDonald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Evan Morgan
Evan Morgan
Mixing Engineer
Tom MacDonald
Tom MacDonald
Producer

Lyrics

They call me offensive, controversial There's only two genders, boys and girls They can't cancel my message 'Cause I'm the biggest independent rapper in the whole freaking world Claim that I'm racist, yeah, right I'm not ashamed because I'm white If every Caucasian's a bigot, I guess every Muslim's a terrorist Every liberal is right I don't wanna talk to folks who don't get it Go woke, go broke, no hope, it's pathetic Pro-choice, pronouns, pro-love, you're progressives But you ain't pro-gun, no one to protect it Where the American flags at? Remember when people would hang those? They've been taken down They all been replaced with BLM flags or a rainbow This ain't rap, this ain't money, cars, and clothes We ain't selling drugs, we ain't gonna overdose We ain't pushing guns, ain't promoting stripper poles We won't turn your sons into thugs or your daughters into hoes I don't care if I offend you I was put here to upset you You can cry and you can scream, you can riot in the streets You defunded the police, now there's no one to protect you I hope I offend you I ask myself, "What would Ben do?" Let's just keep it real, facts don't care how you feel, man If you want my pronouns, I'm the man, I'm the man who don't respect you Let's look at the stats, I've got the facts My money like Lizzo, my pockets are fat Homie, I'm epic, don't be a WAP Dawg, it's a yarmulke, homie, no cap Look at the graphs, look at my charts You're blowing money on strippers and cars You're going to prison, I'm on television Dawg, no one knows who you are Keep hating on me on the internet My comment section, all woke Karens And I make racks off compound interest Y'all live with your parents Nicki, take some notes I just did this for fun All my people download this Let's get a Billboard number one This ain't rap, this ain't money, cars, and clothes We ain't selling drugs, we ain't gonna overdose We ain't pushing guns and promoting stripper poles We won't turn your sons into thugs or your daughters into hoes I don't care if I offend you I was put here to upset you You can cry and you can scream, you can riot in the streets You defunded the police, now there's no one to protect you I hope I offend you I ask myself, "What would Ben do?" Let's just keep it real, facts don't care how you feel, man If you want my pronouns, I'm the man, I'm the man who don't respect you You mad, you mad, you mad I guess it's cool to be the victim, well, I'ma be the man You sad, you sad, you sad You just try to get attention, being triggered is all you have You mad, you mad, you mad You blame everybody else for every problem that you can You sad, you sad, you sad I will never say I'm sorry, I ain't taking nothing back I don't care if I offend you I was put here to upset you You can cry and you can scream, you can riot in the streets You defunded the police, now there's no one to protect you I hope I offend you I ask myself, "What would Ben do?" Let's just keep it real, facts don't care how you feel, man If you want my pronouns, I'm the man, I'm the man who don't respect you
Writer(s): Nolan Sarnicki, Thomas Macdonald, Noah L Paholek Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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