Lyrics:
Don't talk about taking no vaccine
Don't talk about paying no tax
Don't talk about the military industry complex destructive acts
Don't talk about
the wicked
I'm Charlie - praying for a ticket
You want gold?
In it - gonna win it
You can't break the rules
You can't change the game
Yeah you pay the tax man
creators
We won't go on like this
No More
Will there be Peace?
Never be an equal playing field
When you're always changing up the rules
I jump to continue
Sauce sauce teriyaki sauce up
No I dont call out
no I dont do dat
I always come thru
said imma come thru
I do the favors
I dont tax
I'm ttg fool
weeks statutory pay
Two flat weeks for every year
As the bills clog up the letter box
That won't take long to disappear
Drunk as a rule propped
anti life
Goods and trade all consent
No violence and no force
No more tax no more theft
State law tax force
Fuck all that noise
Libertarian
vision staticky
All these niggas spitting trap shit, I bring em' trapineese
All these plugs say they got that & these when they got tax & fees
45. smith
Yeah, one time for my DM's dawg
Weighted jacket in the waiting room
We ain't staying so made a move
Me and my partners bout to break the rules
on Sunday?
And it's hey, hey
One rule for me, for them another
Hey, hey
Holidays, speeches at church
Political expenses
Not in my tax return
I wonder what
of the tax laws
They need some help
Professional help
Professional help
If you're a professional
If you feel like you need to be professional
You need to have
expectations
Rode out of town on a mule
My ass on an ass
My heart in a cast
It must be some kind of rule
I can't get hold of the anger
I can't get hold
for food and money
Never truly get a chance, never become wealthy
What ever is the century, I'll be stuck in poverty
Whoever rules any country, I am
of binoculars, our tax dollars being spent towards the dems omnibus, why the rich stay rich commoners remain commoners, their tentacles in everything like a damn
is bugger all,
Your empty one-pint glass now has a crown on,
And we’re free from Brussels’ rules,
God save us all.
You took your marching orders from
uncomfortable is if the bag gone (only time)
Then I go get it right back, put on some X and Drag-On (uh)
Not familiar with 'em, put our tax on (tax)
The way I
starts to rain
Someone is saying it's time to die
Send us some money and I'll tell you why
I pay my stamps and I pay my tax
But it's not working
breaking my back
For a hundred dollars
Before tax
And I'll be breaking no rules
Cause I can't afford to lose
And all my troubles will fade away
Cause
when I'm at the table it's the Futterman's rule (wohoo)
Workin' on my game 'cause it's time to tax
I'm on a crazy mission to wax Bob Mack, shit
Up
rules.
But I gave it all up, just for the chance to go public.
A celestial scarecrow dancing with the puppets.
A tug in my gut, I'm carrying the world
you must be dead
You shoulda listen to the words I said
(chorus)
Rule number one -hey- get money
Get a ride with switches, fuck a gang of bitches
Rule
Money, Geto Boys and Underground Kingz
Wrote the rules on how to ball without a bodyguard
Learn to move or get hit with the John Gotti charge
I pray you
umbrella, the feds call it tax shelter
Hit a million, they conspire to send the rats at you
Cha-cha-cha-cha, slide, catch me on that other side
Foreign
can search for truth some other time
But right now I just wanna get what's mine
Let the gangsters rule the street
While teachers try to make ends
(Firestorm:) Yo big blues, I know the rules
(Phantom:) Life is a big blues you know
(Firestorm:) Yeah big blues
(Phantom:) Sometimes you win ,
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