"UNITED STATES" lyrics

Move
I'll be honest, I act rude
I'm a reject tycoon
Say it with your chest, little bitch, I can't hear you

All you fucking rappers looking like my food
I'm not a rare breed
I'm just a Cambodian American with an attitude
Can't shit scare me
I've got a notebook full of names that you've been added to
Here comes Nascar, screaming again
Here comes your mouth filled with penis again
United States of the sheep in the pen
You and I relate, that we can't relate, right?
You and I would hate to be in the same room
Do or die, I'll do this shit till my doom
I'd choose to die, but y'all would say that that's too soon
Just fucking move

I'll be honest, I act rude
I'm a reject tycoon
I'd choose to die, but y'all would say that's too soon
This is the part of the song where you

Move
Move
Move
Move
I sold my soul