We’ve released the track “#pizzagate” not so long ago.

In case you haven’t seen the official music video or haven’t been on our Soundcloud page, here are the lyrics:

Will make your children scream
Don’t buy the ping pong thing
You’ll gag and vomit
So go to comet
And stomp it
Imagine rumor had it
I was touching kids
How long before the badges
Would come kicking in my lid
What kind of holy Magic
Would excuse the things I did
Or the emails that I blasted
With code words known to fibs
Would you look at all my static
And just as quick forgive
If I proudly wasn’t Catholic
Or some other silly rib
Would you finally call it tragic
If I didn’t conveniently live
In a city where the standards
Say the guilty should be hid
Those voted into cabinets
More than like to slip
Their bone that’s beyond plastic
A fleshy colored stick
While it always rains on Travis
The umbr-ella’s grip
Comes only in left handed
The right is turning tricks
Their methods concidered classic
But the Internet still lifts
Their outreach to the planet
It’s all in the documents
For if this leaves you feeling stagnant
It’s because you must admit
Kids are like power magnet
Attractive only to the sick
But back to the top
To the question I asked
Would death by cop
Touch someone half black
As quick as the kettle drops
The card when called that
Burning the crops
While destroying the facts
Would metaphors prop
Up pics of the past
Showing the lop-
Sided love of first class
The government mop
That Cleans up when the glass
Of milk finally flops
And though only filled half
Way it’s a chop
To the back of the calf
That hobbles the hop
Of those who laugh last
Connecting the dots
Would you actually ask
Why do Yagers say gots
When they’re supposed to say has
Who’s tying the knots
What’s holding us back
How come the have-nots
Seem to have Heather Flack
If my wings call the shots
It’s time turtles attack
Where do Shredders stop
When the pizza’s a trap
Why aren’t we required
To research a crime
When those who conspired
Are pros in the lime
Light and their tires
All covered in grime
Are cleaned then admired
Once there’s been enough time
For the best jewish writers
To deliver a dime
Then the blame goes to fires
Or a maybe pipelines
Or disease, your desire
Is played by the nine
or ten-o-clock liars
Working for fines
Reading the wire
They lurk in the Pines
The hurts undercover
But see between lines
Podesta and brother
Have the Clinton’s behind
They’re no curse after mother
It’s children they find
Who’s bread to be wonder
Who’s Blood tastes like wine
Let no man put asunder
Try to redefine
My word coming under
These damaging rhymes
And since Lightning and thunder
Are nothing devine
Comet can’t plunder
When the stars aren’t aligned.”