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Rap
Tekst piosenki
[Intro]
(vocal samples from the film "A Clockwork Orange")
[Verse]
I kill a white Republican stealing my rights in publishing
Fire on a judge for getting me fired up again
Shoot up your house, come back two months from now
And light it up again while you try to run from it
I put the truth in my song, but I cuss in it
If you think I should be censored because of it...
You on your knees to a corrupt government
Dumb it up then you can suck a dick, you can stomach it
Fuck a bitch with a bad body and dump her
One that's on the cover of a copy of Hustler
You're somebody 'til your body gets punctured
A grave digger piling bodies on top of each other
We match whips, we mahjong clothes
I'll hit you upside your oblong dome
You'll be underwater with Long John's bones
In a locker quick, like Davey Jones
Sleep you with a hockey stick, like Casey Jones
Pop hits, that's the radio
It's all happy days, it's all a patch of daisies
I'm all Patrick Swayze, Ghost!
The body stays, shadows take the soul
I try to yell, the words can't escape my throat
I grab towards my girl to bring her close
My arms pass through her like they're made of smoke
I fell from the Moon to Earth
Through the clouds, to the ground, through the dirt
And in darkness I take the hand of Lucifer
He takes of the hand of God, and yeah, that's the Universe
If it's "kill or be killed," do the first
Same applies to dimes, keep in mind, even Mother Goose'll burn
I feel like a white Republican; Ron Paul
On call, in it for the long haul
I want a shot caller on a blonde doll
This rap game gon' put me on... I put that on y'all
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