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(Ill Bill) |
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I eat politicians for breakfast |
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Till infinity it's endless |
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Bill and Hillary, George Bush, everybody's gettin it |
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Presidents, Supreme Court Justices, and Senators |
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Run up in the White House |
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Erase people, edit them |
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Press delete, hit em in the chest with heat |
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Hail to the chief |
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Bullets everywhere, its beef |
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Violence is more American than apple pie and Soul Train |
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Baseball, nickel-plated nines, and cocaine |
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It's Ill Bill, Non-Phixion |
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If I offended you with my words I meant it |
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Protected by the First Amendment |
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If this was Iraq I'd a been beheaded |
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Instead of sparkin a dime log |
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I'd be hangin in Baghdad shredded |
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Yeah I recognize |
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But if I ever disappear under mysterious pretenses |
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You guess why |
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I guess the CIA's trying to die |
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They wanna terrorize the kid |
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And fry him alive |
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(Chorus) |
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Scared heads and Black hebrews |
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Punk rockers and Hip-Hoppers |
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Street pharmacists, drug dealers, witch doctors |
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Rappers wearing hundred thousand dollar wrist watches |
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Little kids starving, the police killed his father |
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Rich man, poor man, civilized man, Tarzan |
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Who's right? fightin over God's land |
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American History X |
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Represent the future unknown |
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What's next? |
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(Ill Bill) |
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I leave an ATF truck burning with the passengers in it |
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Hit it with anti-aircraft missiles with Bill's spid-it |
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No apologies, asking what's wrong with truth |
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Tell me whats wrong with the world |
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I'll tell you what's wrong with you |
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What's wrong with the youth |
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Brain eating, corpses, and coupes |
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Sorcerers and spooks |
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Luminating torturous kooks |
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Murdering devils that wear police officer suits |
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Revolutionaries standing on street corners and stoops |
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I'm the reason the FBI killed JFK |
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The reason they have metal detectors at JFK |
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The reason that the Constitution no longer protects us |
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They don't even need a reason anymore to arrest us |
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Living in a state of Martial Law |
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Learn the arts of war |
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Arm yourself, marching forth into the monster's jaws |
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America eats its young, swallow raw |
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Falling through the doorway of death |
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Never know what we dying for |
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(Chorus) |
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(Ill Bill) |
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I seen spoiled kids murder they parents with shotguns |
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Poor kids from the hood sellin they mom's drugs |
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A lost generation of fools |
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Without a clear destination |
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No guidance, no rules, no education |
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And the older generation's no better |
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Matter of fact they worse |
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They oughta know better |
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These greedy mother****ers trade blood for oil |
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An American graveyard on another man's soil |
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Makes no sense |
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The Roman Empire in the present tense |
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Murder for corporations that they represent |
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Whether Democrat or Republican |
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The same scumbag government |
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Where scumbag brains are running shit |
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(Chorus) |
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