Lyrics:
poppin off just da 'jects
360 degrees all due with respect
It's da comin' of da killin' tool click
Atlanta's got a killin' tool, watch me rule bitch
The more that you wanna learn
The more that you try to learn, the better and better it gets (uh)
American terrorist (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now the poor Klu
Im tryinna live the american dream
Big ol house by the lake
Dont give a fuck what a hoe boy think
Imma have money up in my bank
Im tryinna live
Man, the primeval
Creature with no equal
Usurper of nature
Bastard of creation
Lab rats torn from the womb
Incised, their bodies a tool
Sterile
American Culture
1st Verse
1984 entered the portals of earth
Covered in placenta and after birth
Hello Nurse! Watch how you wipe
You don’t
If you're anything like me
You like jacked up trucks
Four-wheel drives
And loud straight pipes
And a big tool box
You like to ride around town
understand what I do what I do
So yǐng jù
So yǐng jù
We are the people, we are Americans
And it's strange being in a new place
But when my wife gave birth
the emotional damage is more subtle
Senator Hawkins: Fire and chains and
Senator Hollings: It's outrageous filth!
Senator Hawkins: Other objectionable tools
the name of the big picture
Is justified by all the american scriptures
Thoughtless evil untraceable guilt
And the bones of the many
Are the tools of the few
bed with niggas who can pay tha rent
Spending my green on panty hose and tight jeans
I used to be so amused
Cause the tools that I used to break rules
Bitch, bad news, V.A. shit, you know what I'm saying
American money is losing value, I think I need some Yuans
Early bird get the worm, I'm already
Kinja rules Forget about da tings you learned in school We use a different box of tools And you gotta play by Kinja rules / Pullman Now dis alien ain't
Smoking on dat strong
From da jungle like king king
American dragon spittin fire
Like Jake long
Yo girl recite my music
You ain't had to put
tools to carve the faces of the presidents into the granite. The project was not without its challenges, as the workers had to contend with difficult
Who gets offered the American dream?
To O.D. on dope in a fascist regime
Sustained by the glory of the dollar menu
Rots inside raising no issue
scared to up that tool with it
Yeah, Move like a viper
Chop make him sing american idol
Niggas steady change on me like white folks steady change
outside
With each new generation buying into the "American Dream"
It's a continuation of this grand ol' Ponzi Scheme
Don't think you haven't already paid
turned hand tools,
At night I took trade school
For twenty five years I had union scale work
And I use to have faith in a Chevrolet Jesus.
That American
the time for reckoning
Give em the real truth the real you
Straight shoot the real view
You know what tools you got to use
Show them whats up
Tell em
American Idol
Watch how they pussy ass go monotone
You see a traitor, I'm seeing a skeleton, guess we gon' see if they bad to the bone
Cuz I'm on way more
very cold
But it's goin' to be so stimulating
And Mary's the kind
Of red-blooded American girl
Who'll do anything anything
I said anything for fifty
Objectionable...
Tools and presentations in some twisted minds...
...effects of such lyrics on a well adjusted child may not be
Cataclysmic...
...porn rock...
A lot
take all the light but we humble
Never break another mans hustle
Go ‘head grab a plate if you hungry
Show respect and keep it a hundred
We American
won't give you no courtesy (I ain't)
I'm American made but my drip came from Germany (foreign)
Ima surgeon with this tool when i hit yo block be ready for
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