Get Out!

[Intro] (Spoken, sarcastic tone) Yeah, yeah, welcome to the land of the free! Unless you ain't got the right pedigree. Built on backs that we deny, Now pack your bags, say goodbye! [Verse 1] (Rapped, aggressive flow) Oh, you worked ten years in the heat, no shade, Built my house, but you never got paid. Now they call you a criminal, what a twist, “Get in line”—yeah, the line don’t exist! Land of dreams? Nah, land of schemes, We chew you up, then rip the seams. You pay your tax, still catch the flak, But hey, at least our lawns stay fresh and green! [Pre-Chorus] (Melodic, eerie) We love your food, we love your sweat, We take it all, then place our bets. The moment you ask for respect… It's time to send you back! [Chorus] (Heavy, screaming vocals) Get out! Get out! This ain't your home! We built this! (Wait, no we don’t…) Get out! Get out! Walls of stone! Steal our jobs? (Man, we don’t want those…) [Verse 2] (Rapped, sarcastic edge) They love the labor but hate the name, Change your accent, play the game. They need the workers, but won’t admit, “You took my job!”—but won’t commit. You scrubbed the dishes, paved the roads, Fixed the pipes when the sewers flowed. But nah, nah, that ain't enough, “You're illegal! Get in cuffs!” [Breakdown] (Spoken, mocking news anchor voice) Breaking news: The economy’s tanking! Blame the immigrants—no time for banking! Who needs facts when fear is free? Gotta build that wall from sea to sea! [Bridge] (Melodic, haunting tone) (Whispers) Who decides who gets to stay? Who rewrites history every day? What if the tables turned around? What if they sent you underground? [Chorus] (Heavy, screaming vocals) Get out! Get out! This ain't your home! We built this! (Wait, no we don’t…) Get out! Get out! Walls of stone! Steal our jobs? (Man, we don’t want those…) [Outro] (Creepy laughter, distorted vocals) Haha, yeah, we built this all alone… No slaves, no workers, just flesh and bone! Rewrite the past, change the script, But karma’s a bitch when the tables flip… (Static noise, distorted feedback, fading out with eerie whispers: "Get out... Get out...")