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Hey. . . you lookin' at my flag? You lookin' at my flag? I wear my flag I adorn my golden body It is my lapel It is my license It is my Lord I drape my fury from the rafters and let it reel in the wind of a thousand screams on CNN I celebrate the I, I who I am, I Prometheus I give the fire of the mighty to an ungrateful world while I bleed and suck my own blood incest in one body politic I stroll upon the bloody stage I stride upon the bloody stage My stage I dwarf the universe You want a piece of my flag? Come and get it, faggot Come and get it, cholo Come and get it, retardo Come and get it. . . Boy! And I don't use the łn˛ word, understand? I know the game I know all the game I eat media I am media Media becomes me. Medea becomes me and I eat Eat the children Drink black crude, blacker than your nightmare Blacker than your skin You can't think black like me Black as the river that flows down through the cave Runs down through the darkness Turn around and look who is behind you Did you think you steered the boat by yourself? Look at the shroud he wears Look where there might be a face Where you expect there to be something human And what do you see? Did you think you steered the rudder yourself? Not on this river Where the black surface burns Eternally Just who do you think you see? Come on. Come on, bro. Give me a little. I said, come here! What did you say you were going to do with my flag? My flag of blue The color of blood when it runs to the bottom of a freshly killed man My flag of white The color of no blood left in a shriveled heart My flag of red The color I drink The color I eat The color I gorge myself with Until I am bloated Smiling Oozing (Might I sell you an Uzi?) And licking the salty taste from my lips Smacking my red, protruding lips I hear the belch of blood from deep in my throat And gladly, I give it to all my fans Let them hear the bells peal Let them watch the flesh peel As it burns Off the bone Because who is there to stop me? I mean, who the fuck is going to stop me? You?
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