Lyrics:
Plaintiff taxpayers appealed a judgment
For defendant city
Entered in the Superior Court
Of Los Angeles County (California)
In their suit's for
Shorty, you need assistance (yo, turn, turn)
I'm in Dior, I'm a Christian, praise the Lord (One)
More time, I'm abroad if I ain't tour (One)
I pack
a taxpayer by a governmental organization
In order to fund various public expenditures
A failure to pay, along with evasion
Or resistance to taxation
Is
Sip the Grey Goose and ponder, then order room service in Hotel Rwanda
Reminder to honor these street scholars
Who ask why U.S. Defense is twenty
features
I'm fuckin' with the plug daughter
I'm fuckin' with the plug daughter
We get roadside assistance when we placin' orders
Wrap the money up
Who are the biggest recipients of
The institution of public assistance
Who's bled the taxpayers of countless funds
Since our welfare system's
digress
"what this sofa needs" said the big 'g'
"is a bit of flooring underneath of it"
And so in order to make this construction project possible,
He
I'm here for ya
It's the new world order
Times gettin shorta when the primes gettin longer
I'm hot in the sauna when I blow low on ya
I'm in
the taxpayers' money at
Problems with the noble hope that they'll disappear.
Earning more short term votes all the While.
Never once thinking about the
Big
assistance when we placing orders
Wrap the money up and then we send it 'cross the water
I'm fucking with the plug daughter
I'm fucking with the plug
Killing our kids while the taxpayers feed them a check
Knowing we're all trying to fight for the freedom of debt
Don't be fooled by their tactics
See what
of jet fuel and taxpayer money to burn
Bad guys of the galaxy, you’d better start running ‘Cause in our forest camo uniforms you’ll never see us coming
at him and then look at you
His children outside the country
Taxpayers money is gone to one pocket and
Now we say fix the country you say fix your mo...
It
a price
But keep it shut, keep the image nice
We nick the unemployed, for they are just lazy
Scrounging off us taxpayers, it must be crazy
Join the force
And not the Afghan people
There is nothing charitable about bombing
Somebody's country and occupying it
People have argued that this war
Was waged in order
home
Fuck your nations, fuck your borders
I will never follow your orders
To ignore the ones in need for assistance
Shut me down, see my resistance
You
Don't need no assistance
Geeking too damn loud
I'ma need you to listen
Falling from the clouds I don't need a brisket
This bitch loud she don't wanna
the ones who gon' ride when I need some assistance
And we ain't even need guns
When we step up in the club, order shots make em dance, huh
They say she
change is a decision now?
The taxpayer-funded travel is the same
The disaster that we call foreign policy is the same
Executive order is still the same
Look how it's really affecting me
'Cause I've been in there for the long haul
It's like Tall-Tall order and I'm sorta ported and logged off
Recorded
in trouble.
Need your assistance on the double.
Oh no! now how am I gonna make
My old vinyl car top look like new?
Mr. Popeil!
Tell me, what am I
sum work before but they aint drop it in no water
They aint neva been up in dat booth and placed a order for a half a brick
cnd sold a quarter while
competitors... light beer
I’m everywhere, God said let it be light there
Follow orders, I’m hoppin' borders across the water
I’m the sorta performer to kill out
of eye
Then prepares to utter, what's been a symbol in its side
Against the ticker take scene
In a Silver Lake dream
Sorta orders the lungs
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