Lyrics:
holy documents to wipe my ass and tell a friend
Fuck your belief and fuck where you came from
Fuck the police and fuck the National Anthem
You're foolish but trust me it's better for us
That you've got the confidence
That I'd
Share the national moi moi
Divide the national cake
You chop your
at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags?
Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags?
If there were no hospitals, and no doctors too,
If I'd
a federal outlaw
If I were a federal outlaw
I'd be handcuffed
I'd be locked up
I'd be silenced
They'd shut me up
No I don't got that
National sway
I know
I
my friend, I reviewed the footage and the documents
Let's try to get somebody in here who has real accomplishments
Well Beef/Case sounds like
of Nazareth
Leave ya 6 feet deep
While I’m just on my rise like Lazarus
I spit fast, like whiplash, I spit past
I spat
I’m not aiming for money
If I was I’d
national holiday
If the South woulda won, we woulda had it made
I'd make my Supreme Court down in Texas
And we wouldn't have no killers getting off free
If the South woulda won, we woulda had it made
I'd probably run for President of the Southern States
The day Elvis passed away would be our national
national holiday
If the South woulda won, we woulda had it made
I'd make my Supreme Court down in Texas
And we wouldn't have no killers getting off free
If the South woulda won
We woulda had it made
I'd probably run for President
Of the Southern States
The day Elvis passed away would
Be our national
If the South woulda won
We woulda had it made
I'd probably run for President
Of the Southern States
The day Elvis passed away would
Be our national
'em, "It's late, and it's getting dark in here
And I know it's to time to go
But before I leave the lineup
Boys, there's just one thing that I'd like
'em, "It's late, and it's getting dark in here
And I know it's to time to go
But before I leave the lineup
Boys, there's just one thing that I'd like
and twistin' all around
Treat you like you're in danger
And this the last time that I can take you down
That National Geographic (uh huh)
Document it
want a ton of crystal meth
High risk'll bring more riches than the national debt
We launder money through he S and L's and pro-ball teams
Ain't no
Several months that he has
Emerged as something else, a public figure
On the national stage though it
Seems cynical to say so
This can partially be
United States of America, nigga
Land of the free
Nigga what you'd do for your country?
You know what I'd do for mine?
Everything but go to war,
in time
California dreaming
And I still sing the National Anthem
Still sing the National Anthem
Still sing the National Anthem
Wish I would have told
advance
Relationships wont stand a chance
Grand nationals be racing fast
These racks will make these bitches dance
Twerk something its yo chance
Pop a perk
of fraud at home and abroad
Giving fake documents to INEC and falsifying a foreign doc
The con should be facing charges at home and abroad
Not sitting in aso
They oughta' run your picture in a magazine
'Cause you're the hardest working woman I've ever seen
If we weren't sinkin' in a river of debt
I'd say,
Not quite biding well
And I wouldn't place a bet if you paid me
I'd always end up losing my money
On some stupid horse again
I'm not here to makе
demons out
I'm so tired of this, aye
Just by word of mouth
Spill my consciouses
Letters and the documents
Make sure that it's anonymous
Make sure that shit
the government
And in a bathroom stall off the National Mall
How we kissed so sweetly
How could I refuse a favor or two
For a trist in the greenery
I gave you
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