Tin Foil Raps 2 - A Paranoid Rhymes Contest - Syrian Edition - Comedy Open Mic Round #10

Ain’t we humans wanna suffer, in the hideous aftermath, of that poisonous plume

Tick tock tick tock, the doomsday clock’s a tickin’, if we’re not careful we’ll be doin’ some boot lickin’

All the criminals and their henchmen, approaching in the distance, are the four horsemen

No hope and no change, they just re-arrange, only a fool, would fall for their cool

Pop culture celebrity and global hegemony, you’re told who’s your friend and your next regime change enemy

Just shut the fuck up and drink your starcucks, be grateful and loyal, you’re consuming our oil

If you don’t eat your taco’s and bell, you be sent directly to hell, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred, go back to the start, like Indy five hundred

Please please Mr Trump Prezinazi, ask your friends and swamp creatures, in the Alluninati after party

Why we fighting multiple theatre wars, for billionaires on Wall Street, and all their whores.

Bankers and wankers in their dinner suits, stealin’ all the workers labour and bearin’ fruits

They just launderin' funny monies, for terrorists in white helmets, and big bad sugar daddy's

Hitlery Billary Killary Shillary, ain’t no changing that Itinerary, it’s been planned from a different century

They built a scam foundation, with no hesitation, they take all your taxes, to faraway places

It’s no surprise, to those with sane minds, anything goes, to save their own hinds

Russian bots and Russian troll farms, accused of spreading disinfo, that's just a cover story for that sore loser, dirty old nympho

Twitter storms and twitter rants, about animal Assad, do we need to mention, Mad Dog Mattis the fucktard

Is QAnon the saviour, or just the same old deep state shillin’ behaviour, 5d chess oh please give it a rest

Keep your eyes on the ball, they tryin’ to waste the hours, keeping us occupied, by spreadin’ rumours ‘bout golden showers

It’s all just distractions, from the actions, in all the factions, generatin’ propaganda and emotional reactions

Russia Russia Russia, diplomats and Hookers, they ain't dissin' or pissin' on enemy onlookers

Deep state shit state, enlarged government prostate, bring your soldiers home, please don’t tempt your own fate

Drillin’ and killin’, stashin’ the cash, for pipelines and oil, the prince a Saudi royal, do you believe what their sellin’ with all the murder and shellin’?

The wheeling and dealing, always in the shadows and concealing, what happens next is anyone’s best guess, but one thing’s for certain there'll be a lotta hurtin’

Emesem dinosaurs, twitturd and themtube, it was all just designed to trap you into a cube

The media prestitutes with their clickbait and lies, they have the advantage, with their spies and five eyes

Oh morning Joe, what a blow to your show, Tucker no silly mother fucker, he knows how you row

They’re eagerly awaitin’ for military strikes, so they can jump on their mics, and shrill at new heights

They fakin’ their hate for the Presidents state, goes from Hitler to Jesus, overnight with one shake

You’re either with us or the terrorists they scream, will you fall for this meme and join their team?

A United States intervention, a British re-invention, French cries at the United Nations, a campaign on baseless foundations

The enterprise is ready, the stockpiles are on standby, fingers on the button, including Boris and his Mutton

Think long and hard, don’t pull the trigger, Donny’s tonnahands are itchin’ and gettin’ bigger

It failed in Lybia, they have slave markets and it’s shittier, their spreadin’ the chlamydia, why you wanna start on Syria?

White helmets takin’ selfies and receiving awards, making fake videos to thunderous applause, beheadin’ Armageddon, wtf are we forgettin?

Moderate bombs, targeting homs, chemical weapons, it’s all misdirection

It’s a war of attrition to sell ammunition, Israel first, they have permission for jurisdiction

Rockets are flyin’, people are dyin’, children are cryin’, it’s just the same old-a lyin’, why you in Palestine and occupyin’

If you wanna know the truth, be an internet sleuth, all the information, right there on your pc station

They don’t give a shit about you or me, or anyone that’s free, discredit you with trash talk, all you need to do is join us on the hardfork

We gettin' the truth out on the ground, Eva Bartlett, Vanessa Beeley and Tom Duggan

Please spread it around, so the Syrian people can go home, to start kissin’ and huggin’

The so-called tin-foil hatters, talkin' bout shit that really matters

Calling us anti-imperialists and conspiracy theorists, while cheering for bombing of innocent civilians

If that’s a state crime, we shouldn’t mind, kiss our fucking butts, we’re our own kind

Truth and peace will eventually prevail, it will be certain; will arrive with the failed state mail.

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