FACTS (feat. Ben Shapiro)

Tom MacDonald

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    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, alright
    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 sellin' 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

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    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
    Dawgs, no one knows who you are
    Keep hating on me on the internet
    My comments 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 sellin' 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's 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

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    Composición: Tom MacDonald

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