The Word Of God Griff On Duty

This is a letter to the president Dated January 5th, nineteen ninety Dear Mister President I am writing this letter to you To inform you that your time is up God says he wants his Earth and his chosen people back You've had it now, for what, six thousand years And you've used, abused and misused it You've dropped atom bombs on the brown man Stole gun powder from the yellow man and made guns Made trees and roped them with the red man The Indian who discovered you Enslaved the black man, and dehumanized him Now you're tryin' this test in a tube Tryin' to make a new race Of people to believe in you Oh, your German brother Adolf Hitler tried that once before And before him, your father Yakub Thank you, Mister President Oh, oh, by the way, I forgot to mention You bombed Libya and you killed Gaddafi's little girl You send Mister N. Goodman to drop bombs on Syria And your C.I.A., that controls international affairs Deals drugs for you in Panama and Colombia It was you who sold arms to Iraq and Iran at the same time You tried to go to the Moon, but Allah would not permit it He warned you through a little black man named Elijah what you would find there And he also told you he'd give you a peep into the heavens Before he would destroy you You do trading with P.W. Botha and de Klerk of South Africa You break down the wall in Eastern Europe But you build a wall of hate with your ex-slaves who built your country You inject Suzi with all kind of drugs both foreign and domestic While she's pregnant with your bastard child You sneak into the country From a welfare illegitimate country you stole from the Palestinians You pay reparations to Japan and the Jews But who will pay for the kidnapping of the black man You claim Russia to be your big ugly bear and your enemy But it's you who destabilize governments with your I.M.F. schemes You say the pope is the man who is the one that's closest to God But he worships a Black Madonna You've tested your germ warfare on the black people of America And throughout the world You've tested your genetic warfare on the human family You've murdered every prophet that came to you on salvation plan You've developed an Antichrist mechanism Entitled the Universal Product Code So now death is knockin' on your ally's door Wanted once more to stay with the whore America You weak to counter your bloodthirsty, deceitful, sinful, slothful beasts With your wicked, egotistical, pompous, jackass war mentality To keep this in nature with your reprobate mind Animal-loving, underhanded, backstabbing Double-dealing, double-crossing devils I know now You brought V.D., AIDS, syphilis, gonorrhea to the ends of the Earth And after all of this Farrakhan says, 'let my people go' and you refuse Poor, poor, poor Mister President It's reaping time now And I'll see you at ringside Oh, I forgot one other thing It's God that you'll be fighting Peace