Ghost Boi Tracks – 8. MacDaddy Manifesto

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This The Mac Daddy Manifesto
Put a gun in every hand, residential
Plastic pistols, used to pack the metal
Now I’m going print a Mac when I get home
It’s The Mac Daddy Manifesto
Moms have to let go, because daddy said so
Spread recipes from Dover to Sacramento
This is for the people, this is not to get dough

I’m the Mac daddy, come and sit in my lap
While I tell you all a story about this printable mac
Could be Marlin or Reprap, we’ll give you the map
Up to five thousand rounds, know we built it to last
Mac 11 with two versions of the upper receiver
Side or top charging, it’s a simple procedure
Takes glock magazines, you can print that Menendez
Put protection in your hands, we just follow amendments
Mac 11 frame, AR-15 for the rest
Moms Demand Action, yo, you need save your breath
Smelling like wine, I’ve got that PLA fresh pressed
Price of freedom, Mike can’t write a big enough check
Money is their real alpha and omega
See the bullshit coming like I have antennas
Ghost Boi staying sicker than salmonella
See the Mac, make bitches do the Macarena

This The Mac Daddy Manifesto
Put a gun in every hand, residential
Plastic pistols, used to pack the metal
Now I’m going print a Mac when I get home
It’s The Mac Daddy Manifesto
Moms have to let go, because daddy said so
Spread recipes from Dover to Sacramento
This is for the people, this is not to get dough

The mactivist, reaching out like it’s a Poltergeist
Deterrence Dispensed, perfecting all the prototypes
New iterations in the making, take the world overnight
Tell Mom to leave the room, we don’t need your oversight
Should know it’s the Mac Daddy who wears the pants
We can make a movement out these caravans
Sharing plans, written in these freedom paragraphs
Pass the microscope, might step on Mini Mike where he stands
Teach you how to fish with the Macs that we’re printing
Self sufficient, that’s the DD family tradition
Word to Freemen, I’m a free man, don’t ask for permission
A man on a mission, I match the description
Feds trying to track me, to get the MAC address
One eye open while printing, I can sleep after death
We’ll never be the cattle for these sheepdogs
I’m a real Mac daddy, call me Steve Jobs

This The Mac Daddy Manifesto
Put a gun in every hand, residential
Plastic pistols, used to pack the metal
Now I’m going print a Mac when I get home
It’s The Mac Daddy Manifesto
Moms have to let go, because daddy said so
Spread recipes from Dover to Sacramento
This is for the people, this is not to get dough

 

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