Y no sufrí sino no haber sufrido
— Pablo Neruda, “Yo no sufrí”, Canto General
[Intro]
"We interrupt our regular programming to bring you this breaking news:
On November 1st, at eleven hours and fifty-two minutes ante meridiem,
The canopy of the recently renovated Novi Sad Railway Station Collapsed
Onto 17 people, 14 of whom died on the spot, with 3 others in critical condition."
"The president claimed only the canopy was not included in recent renovations."
"In response to the student-led protests, the government has formed
An anti-'terrorist' body formally known as 'Ćacis', while the prime minister stated:
'The country cannot stop over the deaths of 15, 155, or even 1,555 people.'"
"All over the country, people continue to commemorate the sixteen victims with
Sixteen minutes of silence at
Eleven fifty-two.
[Verse 1]
Five-Seven-Seven, I think I smell blood on your hands,
And you can try ‘n’ wash ‘em, they still will never be clean,
But I don’t expect someone like you to know what that means,
Not with all that fire you got on your pants.
But I ain’t never meant this to be an indictment,
I’ll even send ya some poems to recite ‘em,
And when you do, twist the words, bend the meanings too,
That’s the best of what you do; you act all high and mighty,
Bitch please, you’d be afraid to fight ME!
Let alone a million others of your sisters and brothers
Who’ll send ya to hell, and when you’re there, say hi to my stepmother,
Methinks you two’d make a great tandem, with one addendum:
Unlike you, at least she’s not pretendin’ not to suck dick; and
On that to-pic, now you’ve quit, but it seems like just another bit.
An’ ah! You burn’d bitch, too! What the fuck you on about?
You keep that shit up, you’ll get a cock stuck in your mouth!
[Pre-chorus]
When our will is done, thy kingdom be felled,
You’ll be gone, Bitch, rottin’ in hell
[Chorus]
And we hear you when you say:
“Look at the kids these days,
They’re all so full of loathing”;
But we know you ain’t nothin’
Just a little wolf in sheep’s clothing
Nothin’ but a Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
[Verse 2]
All those kids who were once our schoolfellows,
Now they only wanna send us to the gallows,
Just so somebody can have his name hallowed,
But we know him and he’s just hollow — a little wolf
Who likes to hide and bluff about his sorrows,
Doesn’t bite, doesn’t even bark, but sure as shit can lie,
When he goes on social media and pretends to cry,
Or when he talks about bringin’ out his cobras,
Oh c’mon bruh, you’ll face an army of anacondas,
And they’ll choke you while I’ll do it all with chalk,
We’ll cut down your beanstalk along with those proud ‘Ćacis’;
But really, I think I should just tell them Grazie
Mille, I’m glad not to be af-fili-at-ed with those scumbags
Who follow their loyal leader and suck on his nutsack.
And you say that you hate the blockades,
But you’re all just a bunch of fuckin’ blockheads!
[Pre-chorus]
When our will is done, thy kingdom be felled,
You’ll be gone, Bitch, rottin’ in hell
[Chorus]
And we hear you when you say:
“Look at the kids these days,
They’re all so full of loathing”;
But we know you ain’t nothin’
Just a little wolf in sheep’s clothing
Nothin’ but a Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
[Break]
You sold what once was sacred ground!
To you it was always just a vacant sound!
So you fuckin’ degene-RATE!
Don’t you fuckin’ DARE!
Don’t you ever de-GRADE!
My beautiful Bel-GRADE!
[Verse 3]
Now, you know who said that about dead presidents and precedents?
You may say that I’m nothin’ new and this shit’s had antecedents,
But you have more of ‘em than I do, I could name quite a few,
I just can’t figure out which one exact-ly is you:
Hil-la-ry (Pro-ba-bly), Sloba, Putin, Trump, or Clinton?
(“With Monica Lewinsky feelin’ on his nutsack”)
But instead of the sax, your peace song is the sound cannon.
You were born prone to droppin’ bombs on people’s homes
Just to hold on to your throne, a sworn heir to an unholy reign,
Doin’ it for your own gain, ‘n’ you call your party Progressive? In reality,
That’s only an unimpressive way to hide how oppressive you are,
Your politics are based solely on policies of police brutality,
So you go and send your cronies to run people over with cars.
But the end of your phoney power is near ‘cause they’re here and they’re brave,
They’ll come at you as fire, burn all you liars, then dance on your graves.
Now, hush, hush, little Wolfie, there’ll be no more of your violence,
You wouldn’t hear their song, now you’ll listen to the silence!
[Pre-chorus]
When our will is done, thy kingdom be felled,
You’ll be gone, Bitch, rottin’ in hell
[Chorus]
And we hear you when you say:
“Look at the kids these days,
They’re all so full of loathing”;
But we know you ain’t nothin’
Just a little wolf in sheep’s clothing
Nothin’ but a Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
And we hear you when you say:
“Look at the kids these days,
They’re all so full of loathing”;
But we know you ain’t nothin’
Just a little wolf in sheep’s clothing
Nothin’ but a Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
Nothin’ but a Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
Nothin’ but a Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
Nothin’ but a Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
