I’m the CEO and you’ll do what I say,
doesn’t matter how many politicians I gotta sway.
Pump your phone full of propaganda til ya change ya tone,
like a good little citizen you’ll always obey my throne.
Subconsciously you won’t even realize it’s idolatry,
as you start to follow the beat of my archaeolatry.
Virtue signaling as a vegan you protest to eat herbicide,
meanwhile society is starving like a modern day genocide.
Monsanto, Apple, Nike we’re all the same things,
just one man behind the scenes pullin’ the strings.
President Red or blue doesn’t matter they’re both my bitch,
controlling the media narrative like a modern day witch.
Don’t bother just leave your conspiracy theories at the door,
if we needa we’ll drop another cointel pro for the poor.
World on lock down we’ll start to round up the dissident,
can’t blame me either because you were complicit-in-it.
Hop on my yacht and go for a cruise in the Caribbean,
watching the news laughing at your mouth covers, stupid peon.
Now go get your vaccine so I can add another digit to my account,
don’t worry if you can’t afford it I’ll give ya a discount.
Best part is if something goes wrong you can’t even sue me,
if you knew the truth I’d probably be hangin’ from a tree.
Don’t worry though I paid off the mayor and his police force,
drinkin’ beers with senator as we hit balls at the golf course.
Already sculpted your mind to my desire like potters clay,
only thing left for you to do is submit to me and obey.
I’ma clean out your bank account like your ex wife,
Call me Papi, Daddy, I’m the CEO and I control your life.
Only taking orders from the Pope to maintain the secret,
my Freemason henchmen workin’ day and night to keep it.
Flashing their devil horns for NASA on command,
mention this online and we’ll make sure your banned.
Got ya jumpin’ an clappin’ for your own mental enslavement,
in reality my boots holding ya head down to the pavement.
All twisted up in my version of the stockholm syndrome,
eatin’ up every word the television gives like it’s honeycomb.
Caught ya starin’ at the headlights on the highway like a deer,
and I’ma keep injecting society with more and more fear.
Best thing you can do now is just ignore this song,
go back to lookin at chicks on Instagram in’a thong.
last thing I want is some peasants like you thinkin’ they’re strong.
Political correctness is nothing less than thought control!
(Every time you share this post a feminist shaves her head and a statist gets arrested.)