Analysis of Political Commentary in Lyrics

Your son gon' read about Manass, 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

Dance, dance, monkey vans

You said Iran got 94 million terrorists,

funny Real terrorists struck the Dana for the fun of it

Blood money, sailors coming home from exercise No war,

no threat You turn 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 called a self-defense on the clock

Monday night 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

You a whole terrorist with blood on your hands

Dance, dance, monkey vans

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

I've seen a Jason Couch humpin' fake hillbilly, hoe clown suit

Worst liar than Trump, same suit, just knew a boots

Wrote it down, write the food with genocidal Israel

Uh, that's the truth You the terrorist bastard,

bloodthirsty soul ridin' through Come on TV,

act like it's real And holy wakas and 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 Lemur

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