歌词
[Verse 1]
Force fed more than we'd eat in the wild
Grazed on a mash that could suffocate a child
Bloated, promoted in an ode to pomp and style
Moistening in the feed while we choke upon the bile
Cornering the market on the geese without the bones
Hushing out the public in a strike without a drone
The cage became collapsable, our sticks equipped with stones
Get the motherfucker on the phone
[Verse 2]
Hello, mother
Hello, motherfucker, fucker
[Verse 3]
Force fed more than we'd eat in the wild
Grazed on a mash that could suffocate a child
Cornering the market on the geese without the bones
Hushing out the public in a strike without a drone
The cage became collapsable, our sticks equipped with stones
Get the motherfucker on the phone
[Verse 4]
Set aside the scruples in a stratagem of strain
A smallpox-laden blanket, invisible with stains
Inoculating bastards, bloody pecked pain
Distemper has a hold, distemper has a hold
We took the second sip from a cup we made of bones
The first it was a ruse, a trick, so aptly thrown
The truth is that our youth was a carpet laid in stones
Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone
[Verse 5]
Hello, mother
Hello, mother
Hello, mother
Hello, motherfucker, fucker
[Verse 6]
Get the motherfucker on the phone
Get the motherfucker on the phone
Get the motherfucker on the phone
Get the motherfucker on the phone
[Verse 7]
Hello, mother
Hello, motherfucker
Goodbye, mother
Hello, motherfucker
Written by: Mike Patton, Roddy Bottum
