(Intro, spoken by Markiplier and jacksepticeye)
He's about to... murder someone, I can tell
If you constantly tell people that the world is horrible, they will eventually believe you. And then, you will become a prophet because what you said shall become true
(Hook)
This that shit
That put you edge
Make you empty a clip
Or jump up off a ledge
This that shit
That gives you daily stress
What'll get you hella pissed
And hopping outta bed
(Verse 1)
This just in
Murder murder killing
Theiving politicians
It's ok to steal if
There's no consequences
To your decisions
Or opposition
Giving propositions
To put you on hitlists
Like you're topping all the charts
All they want is your loss
And get a nanny state on
We're here to piss off
Anybody who wants
Just The weather that's all
There's No need for a cop
To fear monger or sob
About who was involved
When they heard all the shots
Nearby a couple blocks
That you don't ever got
To Ever know of from the start
That or we bout to prop
Some fuck knuckled twat
That'll make you wanna pop
Your television on the spot
And we all bet you never knew
That all we do is just confuse
Downplay miscontrue
Whatever articles are viewed
Don't care about you
And everytime that we do
It's to make you out a fool
Just to gain a listen too
We're only good use
If you're getting all the fuel
For the hatred within a tool
Sparking shit and blow a fuse
We're the reason why a feud
More or less finna concludes
With Someone dead outside their room
With a rope turning them blue
Why you think we're called the noose?
We're gonna exude
All the stuff but the truth
Call what you love obtuse
Show the public a view
Of the world so skewed
(Hook)
This that shit
That put you edge
Make you empty a clip
Or jump up off a ledge
This that shit
That gives you daily stress
What'll get you hella pissed
And hopping outta bed
(Interlude, spoken by Markiplier & jacksepticeye)
What's this? Who tunes in to watch people get along?
Peace is boring, violence goes viral - because it creates interest? I feel like there's a message to be said here
(Verse 2)
We're sick of seeing the dead
Rise in numbers like zombie flesh
I get you need stories that's fresh
For exposure, the cash and cess
Only prop what my arms rep
So if I take shots then I bet
The guns placed next to my chest
Are just tendons not aimed at my head
Changing the channel, no hope I'll pretend
There's an option remote enough just to forget
Your reporting on COVID is giving me stress
I ain't misinformed but I just simply don't get
Why you gotta say how many are dropping dead
Here we go again
I'll never get to bargaining
With the header lines gone within
My Telephone apps gotta pick
Any new Articles that isn't
Centered 'round violence
Unless it's musical flicks
They got us taking shots and sip
And whining's all they ever did
So why could I listen
To any of the publishings
Bursting in fits telling them stuff it
To an anchor like I'm sunken
By these old ass motherfuckers
Wanna know why Imma bludgeon
Somebody talking who done it
Like Agatha Christie fronting
Answer's cuz a pundit
Will get a million bucks if
We talk about how fucked this
Planet been, not how much love is
Spread or problems been confronted
(Hook)
This that shit
That put you edge
Make you empty a clip
Or jump up off a ledge
This that shit
That gives you daily stress
What'll get you hella pissed
And hopping outta bed
(Outro)
Oh. Hello, Mr. Remote
He's about to... murder someone, I can tell
If you constantly tell people that the world is horrible, they will eventually believe you. And then, you will become a prophet because what you said shall become true
(Hook)
This that shit
That put you edge
Make you empty a clip
Or jump up off a ledge
This that shit
That gives you daily stress
What'll get you hella pissed
And hopping outta bed
(Verse 1)
This just in
Murder murder killing
Theiving politicians
It's ok to steal if
There's no consequences
To your decisions
Or opposition
Giving propositions
To put you on hitlists
Like you're topping all the charts
All they want is your loss
And get a nanny state on
We're here to piss off
Anybody who wants
Just The weather that's all
There's No need for a cop
To fear monger or sob
About who was involved
When they heard all the shots
Nearby a couple blocks
That you don't ever got
To Ever know of from the start
That or we bout to prop
Some fuck knuckled twat
That'll make you wanna pop
Your television on the spot
And we all bet you never knew
That all we do is just confuse
Downplay miscontrue
Whatever articles are viewed
Don't care about you
And everytime that we do
It's to make you out a fool
Just to gain a listen too
We're only good use
If you're getting all the fuel
For the hatred within a tool
Sparking shit and blow a fuse
We're the reason why a feud
More or less finna concludes
With Someone dead outside their room
With a rope turning them blue
Why you think we're called the noose?
We're gonna exude
All the stuff but the truth
Call what you love obtuse
Show the public a view
Of the world so skewed
(Hook)
This that shit
That put you edge
Make you empty a clip
Or jump up off a ledge
This that shit
That gives you daily stress
What'll get you hella pissed
And hopping outta bed
(Interlude, spoken by Markiplier & jacksepticeye)
What's this? Who tunes in to watch people get along?
Peace is boring, violence goes viral - because it creates interest? I feel like there's a message to be said here
(Verse 2)
We're sick of seeing the dead
Rise in numbers like zombie flesh
I get you need stories that's fresh
For exposure, the cash and cess
Only prop what my arms rep
So if I take shots then I bet
The guns placed next to my chest
Are just tendons not aimed at my head
Changing the channel, no hope I'll pretend
There's an option remote enough just to forget
Your reporting on COVID is giving me stress
I ain't misinformed but I just simply don't get
Why you gotta say how many are dropping dead
Here we go again
I'll never get to bargaining
With the header lines gone within
My Telephone apps gotta pick
Any new Articles that isn't
Centered 'round violence
Unless it's musical flicks
They got us taking shots and sip
And whining's all they ever did
So why could I listen
To any of the publishings
Bursting in fits telling them stuff it
To an anchor like I'm sunken
By these old ass motherfuckers
Wanna know why Imma bludgeon
Somebody talking who done it
Like Agatha Christie fronting
Answer's cuz a pundit
Will get a million bucks if
We talk about how fucked this
Planet been, not how much love is
Spread or problems been confronted
(Hook)
This that shit
That put you edge
Make you empty a clip
Or jump up off a ledge
This that shit
That gives you daily stress
What'll get you hella pissed
And hopping outta bed
(Outro)
Oh. Hello, Mr. Remote
( DOM_of_DnD )
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