01 Jan 2012 Steven Crowder’s First Music Video: “Mr. America!”
We’ve known Steven Crowder as a comedian and political analyst, and now… music artist! Introducing Steven’s first single and music video, “Mr. America.”
Enjoy this video and share it with all of your homeys!
Mr. America
By Powdered Zombies
(Steven Crowder & Chris Loesch)
Recorded at: ShockCity Studios
Produced By: Lamplight Productions
Sponsored by: CultureShift and The National Center for Public Policy Research
LYRICS
Yeah, lookin’ at the country, It’s not what I intended
Gotta start to make a change, Before you’re a Neverending
Story of a failed nation run straight out of luck
Like a million Tyler Perry movies
Uh, you suck
All you little haves lots you’re still selfish and want more
Votin’ in your own self-interests now instead of the core
Principles that made this country both honest and true
Free to speak, worship, pursuit of your happiness too
With all this money afly you gon’ be needin’ a big freeze
I hate the size of the fed like Jesus hated the fig tree
As the spending goes up, you gotta borrow some more
Borrowin’ from the Chinese, like Oh My lord
Instead you just tax more, increasin’ the size
Of the federal government yeah to George’s surprise
You’ll be done like Detroit man, no you ain’t comin’ back
Forget it, I’m out, I’m muzzle loading my gat
HOOK
Mr. America, look what you’ve done
You’ve traded your liberty and sovereignty for lies and promises
Mr. America, don’t you run away
Pick the pieces up and face the problems, you’ll be great again
Mr. America
I got tired of rolling over in my grave everyday
Makin a monarchy of my beloved US of A
You little glitches need remindin of what we were before
And the sitch that led us up to revolutionary war
High taxes to the throne without a voice of our own
Ruled top down from the crown we wanted left alone
All y’all so soft you takin it year after year
We were fighting Redcoats while we were brewing our beer
Now I’m drinkin, spittin cyphers through a grill made of wood
That’s how it all went down in G Dubs neighborhood
Packin cap n balls black powder hammers were cocked locked
Click clack, the lobster backs lost the attack ’cause I rocked!
You chicken littles who don’t know me, listen don’t let it twist
We kicked the “Aaa’s” of the “Bees” for much less than this!
So don’t deny the historical I’m climbing out of the mud
Follow me, believe this creed, plant the seeds and be free
HOOK
Mr. America, look what you’ve done
You’ve traded your liberty and sovereignty for lies and promises
Mr. America, don’t you run away
Pick the pieces up and face the problems, you’ll be great again
Mr. America
Unemployment’s at eight five, when it’s really at twelve
Hear me class is in session you can’t be saved by the bell
What happens when you keep printing mo dough
Both parties have gone green like their name was Al Gore
Yeah but right now you’re high, hey ain’t you big hitter
But I’m back from the dead now bringing back all my knickers
Man you think I’d say that, come on what’s wrong with you
I’m just talking about my short pants that tuck into my shoe
But let’s get back to the first point I was trying to make
The degradation of our freedoms and our country at stake
The government’s getting grand, while private sector grows smaller
Pour one out for your homies, cuz here comes the cold water
Unemployment’s still rising, our debt’s growing still
The only change that you’re gonna get is being left with the bill
HOOK
Mr. America, look what you’ve done
You’ve traded your liberty and sovereignty for lies and promises
Mr. America, don’t you run away
Pick the pieces up and face the problems, you’ll be great again
Mr. America
