I'm gonna run in there and blow the lid off of everything
They're not expecting it, but I will. They can laugh, and they probably will, but it's not gonna stop me; I'm gonna run in there, say my piece, and I'm gonna say the shit out of it. Just charge in there in a blaze and hold nothing back, spitting facts like ammo all over the place and making sure these pencil-pushers know that just because I don't have a paper or a fancy title doesn't mean that I'm not capable of getting my point across. I'm gonna turn things upside down, scandalize the stuff-shirts with their quinoa and kale-shake lunches and "their" opinions curiously cribbed word-for-word from all the right-thinking magazines that people from that little corner of world like to read and stroke their glass chins. They're not gonna know what hit them.