Lyrics:
the arms trade
to serve any customer, maximizing the money to be made
So just as farms compete to provide fruit for other countries
so people can live
better!
CUSTOMER: No, you're not -- you'll be stone dead in a moment.
MORTICIAN: Oh, I can't take him like that -- it's against
regulations.
DEAD PERSON:
Candles lit the stoop at the park
Where the family and students are
Confused, in awe
They weep into each others arms it's murder!
New absence in
should be afraid of this dang candidate
You say Trump don't kiss ass like a puppet
'Cause he runs his campaign with his own cash for the fundin'
not yet suitable for combat
Still dissident factions within the Kingdom
Campaign desperate attempts to take your freedoms
Emphatically, wack strategy,
Profiteering pacifist
And he knew it
A weapons grade hypocrite
And he knew it
In Steelhouse Lane
They would help the campaign
For the British Army against
a sickly one:
Another hand crept too across his trade
Taking her bread and theirs: and on him fell,
Altho' a grave and staid God-fearing man,
Yet lying thus
penchants
Vectors for fascist intimidation, capitalist ideological dissemination
Peter Theil, board of Facebook, donated one mil to trump campaign greed
Also
music my trade
I Remember killin roaches with raid
Remember we was broke but we paid
Hebrew Israelites we was the slaves
They did us dirty still do us
a choke aye Fresh to death murder she wrote aye
The game I'm a flame these niggas can't hang
Tree with a rope aye aye
Real nigga campaign they won't get
cardio dedication
Late nights working in the trap until it's dark and cold
Don't wonder why my heart is froze
Balance hard to maintain
Wouldn't trade
Brian ... the babe they called Brian
Grew ... grew grew and grew, grew up to be
A boy called Brian
A boy called Brian
He had arms and legs and hands
you heard the rumors
I give tumors to niggas and comas to bitches
No one's against us, roll with the riches
And float with the fishes
The revolution
remember fuck your lie campaign
Jumpy Beans would like to start up the trouble
Think of ways to spit fire in the jungle
The words of expedition could be
Olive oil
Summer times
Chasing breeze
Acost the sun for a while
Family times
Lends loving arms
A girl confused and
Stutters in the dark
Can you see
Still dissident factions within the Kingdom
Campaign desperate attempts to take your freedoms
Emphatically, wack strategy, don't impress me
The man-ape translates glam thru the visor
Goes in water lillies
Am-scrays Giger, and man-ray
Crammed in a one-player campaign
Blinker like a hallowed
Never trade it for nothing
Deaf ears to what the crowd say
They know nothin' about us
Dirty whisper in my head
Gimme a hug wit your arms and legs
This
against myself no more
let your love trip me so i can fall into embrace
cause in your arms is where i'll find my strength
dont trade the truth in for lies
a stand
To rebel against their vicious campaign
I want to live in peace
We deserve our own freedom
It's about time the violence finds a decrease
So we can
Arm in arm against the rest, ready to conquer the world
With just a half tank of gas and trust in each others words
Empty jars in the rear-view
will fight against new Kings
Take up arms with my bros
We are broke and getting older
But we have each other
The boys called me at nine pm
I got dumped,
bunny
Just a love to call me honey late at night
In my arms, by my side, in my arms late at night
But I don't know, I ain't been told
Ev?rybody wants
your champagne.
Claim to bring pain but you chicken chow mein.
Danja Mowf runnin for prez, I campaign
for jobs in Hobb's End.
Both: Enter
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