[SUNO: RAP, DJ SCRATCHING, fast tempo, rhythmic flow] [INTRO] [SCRATCHING] [BASS DROP] [SPOKEN] The ultimate sellout... [SPOKEN] JD Vance: Furniture's puppet... [VERSE] Spine made of particle board, weak and ready to snap Once talked tough but that's ancient history, scrap Claimed he'd fight the system, stand for the working class Now bends over backwards, kissing corporate ass His backbone collapsed like a cheap IKEA chair Principles? Abandoned! Does he even care? Hillbilly Elegy? More like Hillbilly Treachery His fake-ass rebellion just became his legacy [CHORUS] SPINE-LESS! (SPINE-LESS!) Folding like a futon! SHAME-LESS! (SHAME-LESS!) Values? He has none! PUPPET! (PUPPET!) Strings pulled by the rich! PATHETIC! (PATHETIC!) Made the perfect switch! [SCRATCHING] [SPOKEN] Spineless! Shameless! [VERSE] Remember when he claimed Trump was "cultural heroin"? Now he's mainlining that same poison, scoring again Injecting excuses for every command Furniture fetish while the country's damned The words from his mouth reek of surrender Just a pudgy little boy out on a bender Vance once wrote about honor and roots Now he's just another suit among suits Steel mill stories twisted for fame Working class hero? Nah. He's a fucking shame! [DJ Scratching] [SPOKEN] The hypocrisy is deafening! [VERSE] Ohio's disgrace with his forked tongue flickin' Down on his knees for the boots that need lickin' His constituents suffer while he reclines In comfort that power and wealth defines Swallowed his pride and his dignity too Choked on the lies, now they're coming for you Rural Americans? Just pawns in his game Using their hardship to build his name From Yale to the Senate, what a perfect tale Of how a man's conviction is always for sale! [SCRATCHING] [SPOKEN] SOLD OUT! SOLD OUT! [BASS DROP] [VERSE] Vance sits in his office, polished mahogany gleams While Appalachia still drowns in broken dreams Pretends he's fighting but he's just a fraud A hollow shell that the elite applaud Remember the coal miners he claimed to know? Traded their respect for a cable news show His memoir's ink hasn't even dried And every promise made has already died Courage? Non-existent! Conviction? Gone! Just another cheap suit ready to fawn His grandma would spit at what he became A furniture-fondling puppet who has no shame! [VERSE] The ultimate charade of a desperate man From raging against to kissing the hand That feeds the system he swore to fight His weakness exposed in the harsh spotlight The furniture metaphor couldn't be more clear Inanimate object with nothing sincere Manufactured, assembled, designed to please The powers that brought him down to his knees [OUTRO] SPINE-LESS! SPINE-LESS! SHAME-LESS! SHAME-LESS! [SPOKEN] ANOTHER PUPPET FOR THE MACHINE! [GUITAR] [SCRATCHING] [SPOKEN] Nothing but furniture...
