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Depending on what season, and we're killing in thirds I'm a country boy, motherfuckers around here Stay packed by the noise I got my shotty in my truck with
last locust back under the dirt That's my first directive And I got an army following me closer Than a third-person perspective My arms are strong but
There were no whistles Applause, directives, pressure, pain relief And I think about it while standing over A crowd of over ten thousand It was after
outside and parasites, deprived of their meat, wait to suck on tiring flesh, Unending statistics that fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality. Afraid
I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice I wanna be elected I'm your Yankee Doodle Dandy in a gold Rolls Royce I wanna be elected Kids want
screaming for peace Brothers behind bars fighting with the beast Third world countries plus the Mid East We all gon die if the battles don't cease
dog wey dey hustle to make him ends meet Never started from the bottom Started from a point you need a ladder to the bottom From a third world country
deaths are preventable We have got to understand that people in third world countries Think, and care, and smile, just like us Where welfare kept it unfair
Charcuterie platter n' cured meat Sangiovese champagne flute I'm chilling by the pool I'm Charles Davis of my generation I identify as rich In a third
a bigger problem Debt exists and the profiteers beat war drums U.S. Bombs blow out ear drums In 7 countries across the globe right now Everyone asks how
AIDS in third world countries - Leave me alone Formula instead of breast milk - Leave me alone I just wanna be left alone I just wanna be left alone I
the beat Without the feat This fresh meat And I repeat Believe as a kid, My style will be As throne for king Give me that track To change my country flag So
third-world country Direct oppression ain't in your face to see and I don't want to be a part of this throw-away society It's not for me Fuck all these wants, I
Somebody auntie in there stomping and clapping, doing her thing Then after service we'd go to the back and have Sunday dinner Big 'ol plate of some country
away a tear, When they remember all those years ago when a fat man landed there! There’s Thatcher in this country, and Reagan in the USA, There
I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice, I want to be elected, I'm your Yankee doodle dandy in a gold Rolls Royce, I want to be elected,
A third of our food doesn't Make it to the country And who's gon' defy the command Basic laws of supply and demand Change date labelin' and how it's viewed
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