Lyrics:
Old glory for a blanket
As you suck on your thumbs
Real freedom scares you
'Cause it means responsibility
So you chicken out and threaten me
volatility can't wear me out
The cowbell's ring doesn't bring me down
My stacks of loot arrive now by armored car
No remixed sweet sixteen party show compares,
Imagine if we're already dead
Waiting to live, living in hell
Trying to cross over to
Heaven we're confusing ourselves
Planet earth's like Oceans 11
We're
Iran's still buzzin' offa Oliver North
The Ayatollah's dead but the hearts not gone
The burning of the flag in Iran goes on
Anti-American, we're loved
of simpathy
whatchu aiming?,yeah
find out what you life would be.
[Verse:Norgoth]
eye for an eye
that's the way i stay
blood on tha floor
that's the way i live
royal army I'm gonna stand and fight
Pour my wars out basins
My gates is filled with live grazes
Live and die for the king
Escaping hells faces
bring it son, bring it son
Bring it, yo, check it on out
[ndira - talking over islord above]
Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes?
Hijo de puta
?
picture, how I swerve up on your sister
Wit' a dance, tip dance that'll turn her to a stripper
Yo the burner by the zipper, burn 'em, turn 'em to a pisser
believe emcees
Walking dead the diagnosis
Off with his head
Right off his shoulders
Don't bring that type of
Shit around me
No football when I show y'all
straight or the right kind of Christian[00:28.44]That's where I live and it ain't no joke[00:30.01]Surrounded by motherfuckers toxic as smoke[00:31.93]When
I'm going off like "kill me" I'm still goin' in
God, by all means possible
Give me the faith to live and die for the gospel
Tell 'em bring their guns
impress me with your raps, impress me by being dead
I'll be impressed when your bleeding red
'Cause at least you can say you done somethin' I haven't done
That?s it! I?
m getting the Fuck out of here! You?re fucked up dude, you need some help!
Champion: Ya I need help fucking your wife!
Skipijankings: Fuck
crews
Fuckin', fuckin' with the clique
And we gon' bring it to your ass
Totin' the dead body over my shoulder into the graveyard with my shovel
the score
I can have your life in my hands that's a palm angel
They don't like when I'm around they said I bring danger
Told my shooter do it on camera I need
Ain't about the military, ain't about your damn flag
This is social injustice, how the hell you can't see that
It's empathy you lack, wanna dance around
daughters
This is the season of death
By the skin of your martyrs
Vultures of the senates - Rats of the throne
Keep filling up those body-bags
Corpse by
your TV came in HD
This world comes with black and white
So please see me
Don’t just accept me because I fit your mold
And live the life of a typical
Throw your muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga don't ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max nine fives I,
Walk on the moon, flow
Throw your muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga don't ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max nine fives I,
Walk on the moon, flow
the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out
Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get
like to live a life
Without the fear of being shut down
Abandoning your post, believing every lie
The flag you set down, I'll defend with my life
pissin' us off and trickin' us out
And everybody is so blue or red
Waving up flags or burning instead
Put on your masks now before we're all dead
Now I'm
to celebrate the dead life
Transformation mutation before ya eyesight
Like a monster is crawling
Up out your windpipe
Looking to rock the dead
All day and all
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