Lyrics:
When they come knocking, rifle butts on the door
Don't look at them through tears, don't cry anymore
Hold hope in your heart like a beacon so bright
Kept in line with truncheons
Rifle butts and truncheons
This is state control!
This is state control!
State control, state control,
This is state
Kept in line with truncheons
Rifle butts and truncheons
This is state control
This is state control
State control! State control!
This is state
Kept in line with truncheons
Rifle butts and truncheons
This is state control, this is state control
State control, state control
This is state
Kept in line with truncheons
Rifle butts and truncheons
This is state control!
This is state control!
State control, state control,
This is state
of a rifle butt
While the wardens hold you down
And you've never seen a friend in years
Oh it turns your heart to stone
You jump the walls and the dogs run
die, die
Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei die
Tonight
Nigga, this that shooter music
I'm about that life so much I might go touch my rifles butt
of what is best
The leaders, the losers and the kings
Pass the rifle butt that tyranny brings
Passed on over to the chosen few
Was the promise of freedom
Chaos in the middle
And Figures falling down
Handcuffs, Rifle butts
Traumatized brain
Broken bones, Burnt Lungs
You swallow a blood rain
Experience their
Fingers traveling the engraving
Like some precocious child
Rifle butt against my shoulder
We stood cheek to cheek
That double barrel blasted out
My right
Kept in line with truncheons
Rifle butts and truncheons
This is state control
This is state control
State control, state control
This is state
I Won't Subscribe
Kept in line with rifle butts and truncheons
Beaten up behind closed doors
I won't subscribe to the system, the hands that
tracks
This road leads to heaven
Waiting feet frozen to the ground
The earth exploding with the gas of bodies
Rifle butts to crush you down
Now
over cocktail lunch
every single possibility
we better bust them out
you better bust them out
heart attacks won't get us down
our rifle butts pressed in
CITY OF THE HANGED (ARROGANT/BROWN)
HOBNAILED BOOTS ECHO GOOSE-STEPS
RIFLE BUTTS SMASH IN YOUR HEAD
GRINDING TANK TRACKS ECHO
THROUGH COBBLESTONE
And that's deep but not as deep as losing a child,
Seeing his teeth crushed by the rifle butt by your village hut
Pure grief, thanks to far away beef
Fried in
First off, tell me what it is
No I'll tell you what
Hell the pond hella small since I'm a halibut
Young buck strut sex, rifle to butt
Motherfuckers
to death with the butt of his rifle, and I think Nigel's in there
with his bare hands, but they're not getting the results that they might,
but it is
Get the rifle one to her butt, POP!
I won't have it, bitches won't fly straight
And I got two more bitches callin' sayin' they late
Baby momma blues
a game of survival
Strike a nigga with the butt of my rifle
Knock his head off, he ain't seeing tomorrow
Now he begging for 911
You can yell all you want
with the butt of his own rifle
Thrown from the jeep, propped up against a tree
Abandoned with loaded rifle in hand
To allow one last chance of redemption
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (hey, hey)
My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn,
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (hey, hey)
My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn,
unless you got buns, hun
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
(Look at her butt)
Look at, look at, look
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