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Albums:

Sex Pigeon/Sky Vermin (Sam U.L) · Spot the Pigeon (Genesis) · Pigeon John...Is Clueless (Pigeon John) · Pigeon John Sings the Blues! (Pigeon John) · Spot the Pigeon (Genesis) · Pigeon John Is Dating Your Sister (Pigeon John) · War War War: Live (Country Joe McDonald) · War: Songs from the War Years, 1941-1945/Music from the War Movies (Hutchinson, Hutch) · War War War: Live (Country Joe McDonald) · War War War: Live (Country Joe McDonald) – and 90 other albums »


[Chorus]
You get treated like royalty
When you freeband loyalty
We got A 1 bitches on the team
It's ain't hard to see my name hold weight
My
revolving door
Got no answer on the seventh floor
Elevator gave a low moan
The pigeons sagged the wire with their weight
Listening to the singing chambermaid
A poetic rhythm brought by the storm No grace, no glory - pure pleasure in Pain Two
horned master is on the rise Deaths riding in by the storm they
your class in dead weight 
Ain't no fire escape from hell, every devil ain't pale 
I blast like H.G. Wells: "War of the Worlds" 
Allah is Lord of all,
nauseum
Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
(Pulled round)
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-colored
(Trousers)
Limelight not the music
the big boys decide
To throw their weight around
But just roll with it baby
Make it your career
Keep the home fires burning
Till America is in
your parakeet, with scissors, clip his head
Then get the charcoal, whassup, burn your dog's legs
Walk by the barbershop, and hit the glass with eggs
Then
I don't want to talk to you anymore
I'm afraid of what I might say
I bite my tongue every time you come around
Cause blood in my mouth beats blood
left
All will falls down around my feet when I speak with a word of wrath
When I carve my name across this place it is
True to violent pain and by
toy dreams to manufacture hearts
Start with the diving parts and the blueprints
You follow the precedence
Set by war pigs of a yesteryear
Let
As my face reflects
Behind enemy lines
Yet separated by
Barbwire and mines

Knee deep in freezing mud
Best "pals" breath I tried to regain
say
 I bite my tongue every time
 You come around
 'Cause blood in my mouth beats
 Blood on the ground

 I'm fast to a better judgment
 By saying
families
War, I'm not a great big fan of it
War, is something that is scandalous
Oh no, oh no
War, is comin' by air, land and sea
War, is man's insanity
I'll serve you straight from the kitchen
And kill your fly shit like Norman Bates with a pigeon
Listen. I'm deaf and blind to your fallacy war
Like
a bossy alottamajig, and Sic' Wid It
We pack staplers and zigs and hunting gear equipment
Rug-ers are rigged, I spit at chickens and pigeons
I flip
breath my milk and wrap to baby
In day and the night to come
Their little hands smooth all things out, nausea
Singed by it, pulled around of my
out stay in shape
Benz plates
Cruise around wit the hot sounds
Pumped loud, "I Be" by Fox Brown
It's locked down
Overall tryin' to make moves stay in
art
Pardon, cadaver had a legitimate pulse
And littered volts all over the village where the skittish pigeons molt
Bastard polter-gasps when the pigeon
the midst of madness
Washed up by the tides of war
Try to resist this sadness
But the pressure is hard to endure

Yet we begin again
Still playing our
cap! you look like you've been through a war.
Wipe that grin off your mug, you got a sturdy frame?
Sluggish posture just won't cut it.
You're gonna
And as the wind blows
The naughty bar calls
We miss you around here in the clouds
And all for moonlight
She hear the dog fight
The skinny war fed
Against
E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt Young Gotti Neo Deastro?
Franklin Gostra the Sixth, Sixth 

(Let's go, Kurupt)

May I laugh ? to yourself, shells
Before honor and war
of a ocean devotion cause I'm
The earth, wind, and fire
Of hip hop, by Rakim and Short, I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats with seventeen's
of a ocean, devotion 'cause I'm
The Earth, Wind, and Fire of hip hop
By Rakim and Short I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats wit seventeen's
not you're man or hubby
I'm handsome no not ugly 
It's the flow spit tin, go getting, high class to chicken
By pass those pigeons hell
Shake; shake when