This is a song about "Indian institution government work"

They call me say, word

Puttin in work, to much work,

Before the government learned,

We left em a world that's cursed

Yo just drop the gun and we can get you in to a mental institution/

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Fucking welfare, there cheating the government

I'm gonna strike you with black led, watch your body turn indian red,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

What does government have deal with that

Snapple fact: you rather wack

But we can't deny that we have a corrupt government

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked