Analysis of Political Commentary in Lyrics

Your son gon' read about Manassas,

he gon' read about La Mer,

then look in the mirror

Dance, dance, monkey vans, dance, dance, monkey vans

You a whole terrorist with blood on your hands,

yeah, yeah, monkey vans

You said Iran got 94 million terrorists,

funny, real terrorists Struck the Dana for the fun of it,

blood money Sailors comin' home from exercise,

no war, no threat You turned that ship into a coffin,

smile on your face, no regrets La Mer war crowns,

white phosphorus on civilian blocks Melted kids in the street,

you call this self-defense on the clock

Money have babies in body bags, pictures still haunt the net

Your newborn son gon' grow up and learn his pops a death threat

He don't know his daddy a whole child killer yet

Dance, dance, monkey vans, dance, dance, monkey vans

You a whole terrorist with blood on your hands,

yeah, yeah, monkey vans

Can't soak in hundreds of thousands, still play innocent, dude

Epstein to Jason Couch, humpin' fake hillbilly, whole clown suit

Worst liar than Trump, same suit, just knew what boots voted down

Write the food with genocidal Israel, uh, that's the truth

The bloodthirsty soul rottin' through Come on TV,

I can't holy, why kids in Gaza get ran through?

You and Nets and Yahoo both come from the same cloth, same crew History

gon' remember you as the dancing monkey that genocide knew

Your son gon' read about Manab

He gon' read about the murder Then

look in the mirror

Dance, dance, monkey dance

Dance, dance, monkey dance

You a whole terrorist with blood on your hands

Dance, dance, monkey dance