THE LAST WATCH

Burning Down The Lodge By Last Watch. Lyrics: Aah! Watch out! Trog’s You might get what you're after Cool, based FOLK Strange but not a stranger I'm an ordinary man Who found Nat SocK and now is Burning down the Lodge Stay White Wait till the cleanse’s over Stay Strong We're in for nasty weather There has got to be a way Trog’s Burning down the Lodge Here's your ticket, pack your bag It's time for jumping onboard The transportation is here Close enough but not too far Maybe you know where you are Fighting fire with fire Fighting the Devil with Truth Hail Trog’s Your All wet Here, you might need a raincoat Trog’s Shake-down Masons grifting in brand daylight But the Trog’s are up for the fight Burning down the Lodge This was once their controlled place the common Folk had no voice or face filled with fakes and subversive scum the lodge was an op, boring an no fun Trog’s Gonna come hard into this space fuck the lodge fags in leather and lace Folk hard at work saw thru the scam subversives were exposed and Weston went back on the lam Trog what did you expect? gahary gang are gonna get wrecked Gonna burst into flame, Trog’s! 1488 degrees the lodge will burn and end the sleaze Trogs Burning down the lodge The Trog’s ain’t ordinary FOLK That’s right we don’t accept the yoke Don't wanna hurt anybody bad But don’t mess with us or make us mad For we are feral and Common Men Rising together against the sin Burning down the lodge Made with SUNO

Send in the gahary gang Clowns by Last Watch (gahary) Isn't he rich? Isn’t he brown? Us here at last on the ground You up in the lodge Send in the clowns Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve? One who keeps grifting around One who can't leave us alone Where are the clowns? Send in the clowns Just if I'd stopped NOTICING whores Finally knowing the ones that were bores Making my entrance again with my usual flair Sure of my lines But will anyone care? Don't you love farce? Trog’s My fault, I fear, gaslighting by beer I thought that you'd want what I want Sorry, my dear But where are the clowns? Quick, send in the clowns Don't bothеr, they're herе Isn't he rich? Isn't he queer? Isn’t he brown and too near Losing their timing and their cash Not my career? Teeth gonna gnash And where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns Well, maybe next year...

Based on EMINEMS SLIM SHADY Song Lyrics LASTWATCH Music by SUNO

Bulktake SUNO Lastwatch Collab. Lyrics Lastwatch. If it wasn’t for Cotton Mouthed Faux I’d been radicalized long-time ago Where did you come from ? Cotton Mouthed Faux You fat, brown non, your a grifting clown You think your smart but it ain’t so, you grift for jew ga hary you stay up all night on meth, its’ really kinda scary Are you courting death? Why are you a hoe ? When will you go? Where did you come from, Cotton-Mouthed Faux? Where did you come from Cotton Mouthed Faux You’re fake, a non you’er faux no better than some fat hoe If it wasn’t for Cotton Mouth Faux I’d been radicalized a long time ago Where did you come from? Why don't you go? Where did you come from why don't you go? Where did you come from, Cotton-Mouthed Faux? When will you just go away ? If it hadn’t been for Cotton -Mouthed Faux I’d been radicalized along time ago He came to town in a masons gown He came around , fat and brown, streamed on the sites, so dull and long He streamed all night , all fuelled up on meth The smart Folk all fled from his drugged out fat head His eyes were all glazed and his gums had gone numb But all he had come for was some drug crazed fun Where did they find this clown, damn he is dumb He brought disaster wherever he went The minds of the Folk was to hell broken sent They all grift away and thought nobody would know And reported all the Trog’s ' just to keep their flow His name is Daniel and he might be from Brazil But for sure he is fat and totally a shill He came from the lodge looking for cash But his boring takes are just sick trash His name is Flawed and so is his heart he is full of larceny and just likes to carp We would have had National Socialism a long time ago All these freemasons just gotta go If we ever want to reap what we sow If it wasn’t for Cotton Mouthed Faux I’d have been a White Nationalist along time ago.