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They’ll plot in their head-quarters
They’ll make an evil twist
And soldiers like tokens
Will march into the mist
The captains hide in trenches
When

There's a lot more blood and fewer teeth in my mouth
Kicking and screaming, at quarter to five
Take me singing wanted dead or alive

Turned the lights out

They ask me how I'm feeling
I tell them like a million
Evacuate the children
Because Missile's in the building
They ask me how I'm feeling
I tell

vigils
Burning us cuz we some lit individuals
Another cry, somebody die
It’s like some missiles
Shot through our heart by some officer’s wit deadly pistols

[whistle blows]

[female] Slaughter

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Poppa-Poppa Pistol stuck his dick in Momma Missile
and created Mr. Got-to-Get-You if he opposite just

all them times don't remember that
Officer I can't help I don't recollect
Sending missiles and tell em I'm sending tanks
This is the general comin in

bleed
Copper dribble deep nuh matta who ah keep
Little Italy, Mafia Degree, hot
Middle east from we a little kid, baby feedin' weed
Officer dibble

Stardate, last night
When I walked into your quarters
My pants got tight
They say you’re perfect
No man can withstand you
But you know my only wish

McCafferty

The Dubliners

Original Dubliners: 1966-1969

1993

posted on guard one day
Some soldiers' children came out to play
From the officers' quarters my captain came
And he ordered me for to take their names

So We Can Live

T-Pain

B.O.A.T.S. II: #METIME

2013

time I smoke
I said a while ago
Forgive me officer
I'm stressin' and my pockets sore
Hurtin'
Chillin' with my dog like a fuckin' Labrador
He said

The woman that I love
Is forty feet tall
She's a movie star
She's all in the papers
And everywhere I go
People hand me quarters
And they pat me

A quarter of profits pull weight like I'm Lizzo
I'm eating this up you can call me a hippo
If you talk about greats you put me in the middle
You brought you

If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead)

Beyoncé, Mos Def, Sam Sarpong

MTV's Hip Hopera: Carmen

2001

me like a bottle cap?

I'm tryna holla, miss, to see if you gon' holla back

Your game is wack and no you will not get your quarter back
See this

So We Can Love

2 Chainz

B.O.A.T.S. II: #METIME [Deluxe Edition]

2013

a while ago
Forgive me officer
I'm stressin' and my pockets sore
Hurtin'
Chillin' with my dog like a fuckin' Labrador
He said he ain't with the bull,

So We Can Love

T-Pain

B.O.A.T.S. II: #METIME [Clean]

2013

a while ago
Forgive me officer
I'm stressin' and my pockets sore
Hurtin'
Chillin' with my dog like a f***in' Labrador
He said he ain't with the bull,

He talkin' down, I could send the hitters
We kick in your door and we comin' like missiles
Everything in your crib comin' with us
You see me outside,

cause
All of my niggas solid
Went from a deuce and a quarter
To a four and a half
Cuz say he need a half, I'mma need a whole
Get my deuce and a quarter

like a missile
Bag keep goin up, its some like a missile
If he talkin' that ticket, yeah, yeah If he talkin' that ticket, I'll get it
When I wake up, all

on guard one day
Some children came near me to play,
My officer from his quarters came
And ordered me to take their parents' name.
My officer's orders I did

trying to purge
Now I only sell the people words Mr. Officer 


Verse 2:

I told him I’m waiting for my girl to get out of work 
He looks involuntarily

the cards and said soldier, put away those cards
After the services were over, the soldier was taken prisoner
And brought before the Commanding Officer

missiles
To stacking my crystals
Now my torpedo's even cracking your missile
When we start, ain't no stopping us
We too smart and too popular
Take your toys

wearing my merch, stomping on your arrogant turf

Beat knocks like a beefed up Detox, you're gonna need three SWATs
A police officer's at least cuffing me

pressure, then I'm shootin', final seconds after the quarter three
'Cause I be damned if I let a pig put a fork in me
The feds knockin', that just mean