Bald Eagle Roadkill Songtext
von Ceschi

Bald Eagle Roadkill
Near abandoned homes outside of Nashville
Bumper sticker says "Freedom Is Not Free"
What if your Freedom′s not real?
That pill's not an easy one to swallow
Like when all your thoughts and bullets are hollow
I don′t wanna...
but I'm finna fill a fella with fucking five of em if I gotta
Never had too many idols
More concerned with survival
Biggest aspiration is to make my art vital

These rappers are talentless assholes in denial
Clichés in the worst way like Trump saying "You're Fired"
We see you
Creeping through
eager to spit your feeble fecal sequels to weaker features
When all I really wanna do is seek truth


We′re all specks of dust
You′re not as big as you think
You're a tabloid headline in large print
Im invisible ink

Guess it′s safe to say
That we're not on the same page
You mutter waste
Meaningless dribble
Like balling in space

Nobody gives a... duck
Not even bugs
Bunny
Your insides are Rocky socking Rocky Dennis ugly (that′s fucked up)
Absolutely Appalling
Like the vomit falling out of your awful face
Disgrace
Ace In The hole
But You Played that alone
So Nobody knows
And I'm hoping this flow
Doesn′t claim many souls
Cuz I still gotta keep em alive to have a fanbase


Wait
Wait

Fuck the world
I got good taste
Only wanna fuck those that are great

But the rich got fat
Ate it all up
Only left l bones on the plate

Wait
Wait

Chrome on my waist at the MOMA
Mo' Money makes motherfuckers act so dumb
Go ahead kill your own mother for the gold crumbs
In a minute I'll be beating on the doldrums
So what
Old fuck
You get below no love

Everybody looking for the same lost hope huh?
Laughing at the same bad joke?
So fed up with the feds and the popes
That I′ll go damn nuts
Like a man with a rope on his own neck
Ready for the moment that he chokes