Lyrics:
Muskets gov'ie's got nukes
And these bears are legless
Look at him shake for him
It's a deadlift, armless punk bitch
I'm embarrassed for you
Derek, where's
dreams turned to steel, in a nation's grand scheme
With rifles and muskets, under skies so blue
They fought for their beliefs, for the gray and the blue
a kite on his dick
When the lightning strikes it just gets bigger
Loading his musket two hoes on the trigger
I think the country's bird should be a turkey
For the Lady!
No lance in hand means no lance in your breeches
cnd muskets? *BOOM* That is just the sound of your faeces
In pieces breaching your
to shoot from it
In other words you gutless
Trust this
Boy you outdated like a rusty musket
Hand up yo ass you a ugly muppet
I could never be someone
at all the spangled, yankee-doodle
Union musket encompassed sense of liberty
Which our forefathers in Holy-Wood have fed and sold us for scores
I'm eluding
"Though I may seem callous" cried old Thomas Malthus,
"Paupers are better off dead.
That we have to feed them is something we need
Like a musket shot
her adored
Under the wagon wheel Betsy did crawl
She fought off them Indians with musket and ball
Out on the prairie one bright starry night
They
watermelon to the rhine
Chicken wings and musket dimes
Ballin off the laker pines
Shake a nigga, to the nines
Swoop his ass up out his vines
Trans bitch, make
And trade a musket for a bucket full of hobo socks
And a rose gold watch, and a rototom
And take a selfie with a selkie as a photobomb
He give it how he
Joe
And eating a chicken cutlet
Motto was fuck it
I stand my ground
But I hope I never have to hold a musket on a clown
They don't know where I'm
the musket there
The son with the mussed up hair
Declares that every nowhere
Shall know everywhere
My stocks are like sun colored blocks
Brightest crayon in
We ride these waters dark and dusty
So ride my people ride
With your muskets aimed at the falling rain
'Cause the city ain't no place to hide
Oh,
something has torn me
karma has rolled me
God is a commie
sweet Jesus told me
he said if you lost him
to send him a basket
and fire your musket
the fearless clansmen
For England and St. George
The red coats face the tartan
The battle lines are drawn
The musket and the sword
They came to hear
as a caveman
Convert to a Christian or become a slaveman
Indian brought the corn and the bread and in return
We gave 'em muskets to the head? Damn
Right back
little musket right here says that uh
You got ten seconds to get outa Georgia
Or you gonna be dodging bullets
One three ten
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better
down?
Why... isn't that a musket a-fire?
The tussle must be for power
The same kind that lost em all in the towers
Is that them folk nobody talked to down
musket
The calvary
The kegs of gunpowder
The jugs of whiskey
The longboats
The tall ships
The cannonball
Removals
What do I see
What do I hear
to triumph the good must do nothing
So I've arrived at the studio dusting off my musket
Timbos on khakis in a cuff, the game is so trashy and Meech done had
Will we let ignorance and laziness
Bring our demise
Complacency, we're blinded by our greed
Standing barefoot, frozen bloody hands
His musket
bloodshed
With his big musket gun
The wren is a small bird
How pretty she sings
She bested the eagle
When she hid in its wings
With sticks and with stones
it
Kinda like the history they
Hushed with the musket
Kinda like the ancient Maori custom
They crushed into custard squares
Like tapu in the Tupperware
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