Oxygen Beats - Carbon Warfare lyrics

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Oxygen Beats - Carbon Warfare lyrics

[Verse One] I'm the most heartless of businessmen, I'm on a mission: Harming the climate with carbon emission Falsify facts to calm opposition Despite the obvious harsher condition we live in The thermometer's splitting Can't take the heat? Then depart from the kitchen Just stop all the b**hing, I'm trynna' do business Acquiring riches is like a religion Melt the last ice caps, just like that Deploy propaganda to gaslight stats Then cry 'fake news' when I dislike facts That's my strategy, that's my act Slash and burn and ama** my cash Salt the scorched Earth, just for a laugh Don't get caught in the global warming hoax All the warnings are totally boring! [Hook] I, just want to watch the world burn Earn what's mine 'Til we arrive at the point of no return I, just want to watch the world burn Burn We'll never learn, we'll never learn, we'll never learn... [Verse Two] Aim: Create ma**ive pain Spray acid rain Assa**inate Mother Nature, that's the game Natural disaster, that's what we're after Tapping that a** like I'm fracking for gas Look: Gas guzzler Ma** muzzler Fact shuffler Crap shoveller Blast muffler The whole planet's last hustler Dat autocratic fat cat sat smug on a pandaskin rug That I had smuggled in from the jungle I'm cutting up My cash stocks and the temperature's looking up No inspectors'll get through me You'll regret if you reckon that I'll let you see I'll affect every breath you breathe Chainsmoke cigarettes in my SUV I'll choke the sheriff and the deputy Turn everyone on Earth to a refugee I revel in seeing the sea level reach a new piece of the beach 'til the piers beneath it The Devil and the deep blue sea you're between It's too late to cease when you've already seen it Rip right through reefs like a riptide Look right to the sky, see hypocrites ride Private planes while describing the ways we should fight the invasion of climate change Stop their childish ways off the climbing frames I say put 'em on the firing range I'm a tyrant, violent to my environment Crimes against nature, acquiring a pile of 'em Innit ironic, that I run it, when I couldn't give a flying fog if anyone'll survive from it? I'm not even being hyperbolic, I'm diabolic Never do I wanna' see a dial with a smile on it! [Hook]

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