Story Behind The Song

Bill Burr is good at rants. I also like to rant. Ever wonder what it might sound like if comedian Bill Burr wrote a rap? Well this is it.

Song Description

This is a modern double-time hip hop track with powerful up-tempo drums and a mellow acoustic guitar that I'd describe as "reflective." The lyrics are aimed at keyboard social media warriors who spend most of their time attacking other people on social media while doing nothing to improve

Lyrics

I get a thought in my head every now and then
And I wonder how to phrase it
We all concerned about the words we use
But not the work we engaged in
Everybody got shit to say my dude
But they choose to stay complacent
Spend more time tryin to ban a song
Then they spend cleanin out their basement
Even if you had a chance to break the chains
You wouldn't break your phone to change it
You'd just make a face and wait a day
Then facebook about vacation
And you wonder why I'm afraid to post this
When I'm one word away from racist
And you act like you didn't notice it
When it got worse in front of your faces
Cause even when we know that we far from right
We so wrong that we won't admit it
You ain't strong enough to get your family's back
But ya postin every minute
You thinkin you savin the world with a meme
But ain't savin the folks that's in it
The second you inconvenienced it get convenient
That you ain't in it, to win it
You in it, cause you need to feel that they get it
Ya kiddin if you think you makin a difference
You do the bare minimum, fake your position
Far from the place where ya face the resistance
Par for the game so you aim from a distance
Sign a petition and say you a christian
You all full of shit and when it hit the fan all the rage it change to crickets
I didn't ask for your advice
I didn't ask for your permission
I didn't ask for you, to give a damn
I just asked for ya'll to listen
Insteada that, all I hear's a massive mass of passive people bitchin
A flash of division masterminded by a master mathemagician
We all act like we can fix it, what we lackin is conviction
Cause every time we begin to get a win, we start subtractin the addition

So put a cork in it
Cause half the charges asperse
We ain't awake we still sleepin debatin chasin more dirt
You think you woke up, but I'm convinced to change we averse
You don't ever lift a finger you just make it mad worse
Put a cork in it
Til all the grape's are filtered
All I do is hear you whinin, think your time is ill served
It's designed to keep us occupied one stone to kill birds
Are you feelin my malaise I gotta a case a Bill Burrs