[Lyric] GUILLOTINE (Y*O*U*N*G*M*A*N + Celestaphone)

[Verse 1: MC Paul Barman]
You rich bastards better get to Mars quick
Last night I chased one down a red carpet
He got to his parked smart car first and dipped
With a head start, shit
Hit the gas fast to private air strip
The guards there were like “stop,” — they got hearts split
Caught up to dude, tackled his ankles, a yardstick
From the entrance of his rich friends’ spaceship
The doors closed
Shoomp bchhh
Liftoff
Afterburn charred my lips
“Get martyred here with the rest of us”
I said to his neck stub as it turned scarlett
In a distance the airship looked size a parsnip
Time for the bazooka, I’m a line producer
Get a grip
Skip out on the planet?
Gonna be a hard trip
We go all the way and call it a holiday
When we bring justice to busters that we all obeyed

[Chorus]
Build the stage, hoist the rope, let fall the blade
Guillotine
For trust betrayed, the rusty blade
GUILLOTINE
When they go low, we bury them
GUILLOTINE
The oral tradition is a war of attrition
GUILLOTINE

[Verse 2: MC Paul Barman]
I could use a good cry
It’s like I got a wooden eye with a backed up flood inside
I been holding back tears since before I was born
War is performed wherever foes chose from their order form
Your new barracks are actually former dorms
Looking for something? Colder... warmer — mourn
Whither thy wisecracks?
Carry a cry mask and dry flask
I ask, ‘you want me to die?’ Fine
We not gonna die last

GUILLOTINE
GUILLOTINE
GUILLOTINE
GUILLOTINE
[Chorus]
Spread the wealth, or your entrails
GUILLOTINE
Gilded age filled with rage, build the stage
For the guillotine
Hold the head, hoist the rope, drop the blade
GUILLOTINE