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Rhyme Asylum – For the Hate

Posted by Skyler on 13 March 2010, 2:25 pm

[Chorus]
This is hate music
Punch you in the face music
Raise the murder rate music
Put em in the grave music
And we make music for the insane to relate to it
Hate music
Punch you in the face music
Raise the murder rate music
Put em in the grave music
And we make music for the insane, the insane

[Psiklone]
I dream up the hate in a steel mesh cage
Fuck a word, I’ll get a bayonet blade an edge waste
Break a record’s before their Set’s straight
While at God’s and Lucifer’s chess game and spot the move of the checkmate
I’ll blow my fuse and knock your lights out
And push you head first off the top of your moral high-ground
You know the deal
The first man to cross the arctic draggin’ a hundred huskies in a snow-mobile
Rhyme caught the psychotic rapper
Swallow bottled anger and transform like Doctor Banner
Had to zone out, there’s nothing left
Death penalty: Kickin’ a undercover Fed to a sudden death
Scared of my mirror image, I’m off the hook
While you’ve got no conviction like you’ve been acquitted
Woke in the grave when I died in my sleep
Afraid of the dark? Wait til we finally meet

[Chorus]

[Possessed]
Here’s my declaration of war, pray to The Lord
Name of my inner child: Damien Thorn
Live by the way of the sword
My name don’t ring bells (nah) it sounds Gabriel’s Horn
Chip off the old block of ?flats?
Lunges transform oxygen to a toxic gas
(Exhales) Release a breath
Need to be given lethal injections every hour to keep me dead
Turn green when seeing red, beat my chest
Rub shoulders at me: Freeze to death
I’m armed and dangerous
I carved the Star of David into the foreheads of mastered Masons
Incarcerated in a mic booth
It ain’t a simile when I say “I don’t like you”
My IQ’s double your sperm count
Impatient, slit my throat just to get this verse out

[Chorus]

[Skirmish]
We the greatest that you’ve heard, right? (right)
Word life, love is blind and I couldn’t see it in the first
Til I was on the receiving end of her spite
And my bitch of my better half pulled out my worst side
So fuck love! We do this for the hate
Call my name, the force of course is sure to pray
Cross my heart hope you die
Don’t mean to tickle ribs when I say all jokes aside
I’m done with the past, I leave history
This the clique that I rep til the bitter end for the sweet victory
Possess his soul and see my switch blade stab
Fighting the person within in a rib cage match
Look, I’ve got hate in my eyes
Come equipped with a powerful weapon and armed a dangerous mind
So I’m a aim for the skies and when I shoot for the stars
Over my dead body you’ll be stayin’ alive

[Chorus]

Popularity: 2% [?]

Filed under Lyricz. Tagged Rhyme Asylum, Solitary Confinement

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Rhyme Asylum – Multiplicity Lyrics

Posted by Skyler on 17 February 2010, 1:34 pm

Possessed-
Yo, Yo

Even when asthma attacks and cancer trapped in my chest

I ran the length of Africa without catching my breath

Got Santa’s head attached to my sled

My sperm don’t make new lives, it brings old ones back from the dead

Test your knees reflex with sledgehammers instead

Race a wolf pack with slabs of meat strapped to my legs

Guillotine shatter on the impact of my neck

In swamps I swam and drag an alligator to fathomless depth

Won’t just damage your set, I eject Harrier jets

Crash them into the rapper that has to battle me next

I’m a manic depressed

A mad hatter that gradually lost sanity from not cashing reality checks

Get smacked for your lack of respect

Strap Maximus to the back of a chariot, have him dragged to his death

Gather to maximum strength, hazard are guessed it

These patterns are blessed; Psiklone, Plazma, Possessed

Chorus x2

All you rappers playing catch-up best lace your boots (tight!)

Change the game is what we came to do (right!)

Raise the roof till the Sun stop burning

And the world stop turning (Cause we in it for life!)

Psiklone-

Laser encrypted information to erase my existence

Dates back to Arabian princes and ancient Egyptians

I lip-lock these horse pipes inhaling their missions

I ghost ride/write motorbikes missing the breaks and the pistons

Immortal gods are facing extinction

Brain ’s an intricate webbing of interconnecting cables and systems

Magicians sawing straight through assistants

I’m chained in flaming straight jackets, but escape in an instant

Sat shining the day of decrepit

Degrading your vision, blinding the nation,

And killing half of the population of Britain

Training with ninjas in sacred traditions,

Racing naked distance, saving Geishas on dangerous missions

Force the angel Gabriel to change his religion

From the most faithful of Christians to the pagan equivalent

Mentally I’m stable condition, crashing verses is a plane is lifted and survive the fatal collision

Chorus x2

Plazma-

Yo, it’s the end of your days when I step in the place

Cause I’ll sever your veins with pestilence smeared onto the edge of my blade

These men are insane, venting our range in menacing ways

I’ll beheaded your dame and then kept the head for display

The super villain undressed in a cape committing brutal killings

Trapping you with new syringes infected with AIDS

Terrorize heaven’s plains, charge the gates

And on the behalf of Satan and cause God himself to question his faith

Remember my face, I killed your family members

And if you come back for vengeance, then I kill every friend that you’ve made

You’ll get fed the remains of a corpse infected with mace

Force fed raw flesh then and several segments of brain

A defilest saint

Mention my name and get sent to your grave

Infested and plagued with the worlds most deadliest snakes

Walk the earth, it trembles and quakes

Plazma roll seven wrote “fuck you”

And on that note I’m wresting my case

Chorus x2

(Scratching)-

“Who the fuck passed you the mic?”

“Multiplicity”

“Mind full of sick thoughts”

“I did things beyond your flows, eons ago” – Canibus

“Play time, till multiplicity shine”

“Please!”

“Who the fuck passed you the mic?”

“Mind full of sick thoughts”

“I did things beyond your flows, eons ago” – Canibus

“Multiplicity”

“Please!”

Outro-

“Is that something you prepared or did you just rhyme that many times in a row by accident?” – Adam Sandler from “Eight Crazy Nights”

Popularity: 2% [?]

Filed under Lyricz. Tagged Plazma, Possessed, Psiklone, Rhyme Asylum, Skirmish, State of Lunacy

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A.O.T.P. – Apathy

Posted by Skyler on 5 February 2010, 1:51 pm

Apathy:

Army of the Pharaohs, will always get paid.
We’ll take the wackest shit, and make it better.
Remember, we ain’t doin’ shit for free.
Pay us some G’s… and we’ll start… rhymin’, rhymin’, rhymin.

Chorus:
It’s the A! (dot) O! (dot) T! (dot) P! (dot)
A! (dot) O! (dot) T! (dot) P! (dot)
A! (dot) O! (dot) T! (dot) P! (dot)
From hell we came, help us spell the name!
It goes A! (dot) O! (dot) T! (dot) P! (dot)
A! (dot) O! (dot) T! (dot) P! (dot)
A! (dot) O! (dot) T! (dot) P! (dot)
Say it out loud, start fights in the crowd! It’s the…

Apathy attacks like asteroids or avalanches
An apparition who appears, but is apt to vanish
In the air like alien aircraft
Droppin’ atom bombs, hold your breath while the air last
Out of oxygen, time’s up, ask O-z
Flow’s Oxycontin, overdo it and OD
Ho’s wanna orgy, they open then, “Oh no! ”
Quickly orgasm when they pussy get o-cho
Tight little teens try to make me trick
I’m telepathic, you can’t tell what makes me tick
From Texas to Tel Aviv, tongues tickle the testicles
Can’t top this text, ’cause the topic’s too technical
Paragraphs of wrath, more passion than Christ
I’m never passive, I’m pissed off and don’t pass mics
Press the digitator, better prep or prepare foes
For A-O-T-P, Army of the Pharaohs!

Chorus

Popularity: 2% [?]

Filed under Lyricz. Tagged A.O.T.P., AOTP, Apathy, Army Of The Pharaohs, Demigodz, Hell's Lost & Found (It's The Bootleg, Muthafuckas! Vol. 2)

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Apathy – Stronghold Mixtape

Posted by Skyler on 4 February 2010, 1:59 pm

Apathy:

Your friends were only being nice when they told you that your verses were fat
I’ll hand you a gat, you still couldn’t murder this track

I’m certain of that, when I attack I work with a map
Putting circles and tax details with pertinent facts, to search for the whack
Don’t even need the burners to clap

I’m so hot, it’s like somebody taught a furnace to rap

You better dead all of that crap that you’re working with Ap

Saying you got signed to the Rock when conversing with cats

You ain’t even a label intern, you work in the back

And pack boxes for customers that purchase my wax

How dare you say you’re probably the next to go big

You’ve never ever had a fan like an Eskimo’s crib

I’m a super human, doing what these average cats can’t

Skinny as a kid, but got sent to a phat camp

What’s the odds you can defeat me when rocking these mics?

You probably have a better chance hitting the lottery twice

My game is air-tight

I can dick – down dikes

I’m the flyest thing that’s white since Uptown Nikes

Wanna joke around trying to diss, thinking it’s fresh

I’ll beat you till your link’s imbedded an inch in ya chest

Better bow down to Caesar, no body’s iller than Apathy

Beings from different galaxies are naming children after me

Side walks crack when I’m steppin’ on the street

I ain’t standin’ on the planet, it’s resting on my feet

The pimp, player, the hustler rolled into one

Breathing air into my lunges is like loading a gun

Fuck around and ya’ll have bigger problems

Than dressing up as Osama

And trying to rush the President while he’s joggin’

I don’t even understand why you bother rocking the beats

You would have been better off as a stain on your father’s sheets

Ap is the king, rocking royal jewels that’ll blind you

UFO’s couldn’t illuminate like the lines do

Popularity: 2% [?]

Filed under Lyricz, Music. Tagged Apathy, Army Of The Pharaohs, Demigodz, Stronghold

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Diabolical – Immortal Technique Ft. Diabolic

Posted by Skyler on 4 February 2010, 1:53 pm

Dance with the Devil ends

Intro – Immortal Technique:

Oh, you mother fuckers thought it was over, huh?
Well it’s not.

You didn’t count on a fallen angel getting back into the grace of God and coming after you.
Ya’ll niggas ain’t shit.
Your producers ain’t shit.
Your fucking A & R ain’t shit.
I’ll fucking wipe my ass with your demo deal.

Yo, Diabolic! Take these mother fuckers heads OFF!

Diabolic:

Go ahead and grip Glocks

I’ll snap your trigger finger in six spots

You’ll have to lip lock, with hypodermic needles to lick shots

I’ll watch you topple flat, put away your rings and holler back

Can’t freestyle, you’re screwed off the top like bottle caps

Beneath the surface, I’m over-heating your receiver circuts

Unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches

But your preacher’s worthless, your worship defeat the purpose

Like President Bush takin’ shots for the Secret Service

Beyond what ya’ll fathom, I shit on cats and jaw tap ‘em

Show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm

Tour jack ‘em, have his half a ten bitch suck my friend’s dick

In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist

Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague

Fist fucking a pussy’s face, holding a hand grenade

So if I catch you bluffin’, faggot, you’re less than nothing

I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction

Immortal Technique:

You mother fuckers are nothing, you cannot harm me

I’ll resurrect, every aborted fetus and start an army

Storm the planet hunting you down because I’m on a mission

To break your body to a billion one-celled organisms

Immortal Technique ‘ll destroy your religion you stupid bitch

You’re faker than blue eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix

I’m bout to blow up like NASA Challenger computer chips

Arsenic language transmitted revolutionary

I’m like time itself, I’m a kill you inevitably

Chemically bomb you, fuck using a chrome piece

I’m Illmatic, you won’t make it home like Jerome’s niece

I’ll sever your head diagonally for thinking of dissing me

Then use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy

This puppet democracy brainwashed your psychology

But you’re nothing like diversity without equality

And your crew is full of more faggots than Greek mythology

Using numerology, to count the people I sent to heaven

Produces more digits than Twenty-Two divided by Seven

You’re like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect

You never killed a cop, you ain’t a mother fucking thug yet

Your mind is empty and spacious

Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture in a racist

Face it, your too basic, you’re never gonna make it

Like children walking through Antarctica, butt-naked

Popularity: 1% [?]

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Narrow Grave – Army of the Pharaohs

Posted by Skyler on 4 February 2010, 1:51 pm

Chief Kamachi:

Yo, they love the way I pen a chant
Under a tinted lamp, hear my voice blast from a vintage amp
I kill the reciters of lies
Get burned by the fire, from the lights in my eyes
It’s Kamachi, possessed by the Pharaoh ways
Underground, like where the bone marrow stays
The spot where you bleed is where the arrow lays
A sideways death for a narrow grave
My shit hit hard like an Arab raid
They blow up, ain’t no need for a barricade
They looking for good luck, like a barrel of jade
They looking, so stuffed when the barrel sprays
Since the Five Perfect Excertions the waited afraid
The devil caught them from the tower on the table is slayed, pussy

Vinnie Paz: Chorus x2

Fall back, fold up, rappers is so tough
Until the Army roll up, banging that cold crush
We send shots through your chest and leave your soul touched
Lock and load up, post up, toast up

King Syze:
Ayo my vocal duel, payment hiatus save the local crews

Only the chosen few can ride with the most explosive crew

But not you, jealous ones they envy us

Cause we spit venomous till books remember us

Hell-fire embedded us, plus sins condemning us

It’s just what I write, ignite cop killers and predators

I be like this, best believe I can’t be ignored

Spitting metaphoric, till the chosen childs aborted

When my minds in orbit, forces knock you off your high horses

Deal with high sources, until the meal is five courses

The flames is high, when by brain and the train collide

Under much needed change in time, the game is mine

Build strength through the niggas that be hating my peers

But it’s the Army part of me, nigga; you’ve been waiting for years

From a small block, hip-hop, bustin’ my tool

King Syze, dope shit, what can I say man? It’s nothing new

Chorus x2

Planetary:

I’m a scientist in the lab, with a violent twist and a gift of gab

Pharaoh tongue that can slash through your clique and stab

From the days where you carry screwdrivers in back pockets

In case you had to prove that your crew’s live’r

We was painting on your property

And until this day I still got rookie niggas out trying to copy me

Planetary nigga, Q-D original, smooth criminal

Smash your mental, bruise your physical

It’s something about the evilness of this track

That makes Heaven’s gates close and the tabernacle crack, in fact

It separates all the lies from the facts

And makes you see the light right before the sky turn black

It turns boys to men, toy soldiers to generals

Innocent mother fuckers graduate as criminals

It makes you think twice about who you are

Makes you feel like death’s coming every sixteen bars

Chorus x2

<<<LINK>>> www.youtube.com/watch?v=GIZYiIZFxZw

Popularity: 2% [?]

Filed under Jedi Mind Tricks, Lyrics (Some of them. Use the search box if the artist isn\'t listed.), Lyricz, Music, Vinnie Paz, Vinnie Paz. Tagged Army Of The Pharaohs, Chief Kamachi, King Syze, Planetary, Q-Demented, QD

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Outerspace – Hustle and Flow lyrics

Posted by Skyler on 17 December 2009, 8:05 pm

[Scratching]

Planetary
It’s the son of a systematic addict, coming from the space cabinet
My larynx is more like a clarinet
To clarify my clarity, I give syllables of solidarity till rap wants to marry me
I propose with a gun and a rose
Inside of Paradise City, with thunderous flows
My shit’s so dope it’s numbing your nose
I tussle with foes, I hustle and flow, you know?
It’s the coming attraction, 10th wonder
Deer hunter, I vibe to the sound of the funky drummer
Marinate over snares and kicks
Prepare to be ripped apart because it’s rare I miss
And if for some strange reason my shot’s off
I spit, change the seasons, burn them like hot sauce
I vice grip the mic stand for no apparent reason
A transparent demon with God’s lifespan

[Hook] x2
Uh, this shit is hot for real
Even if cops on the block we get it poppin’ still
All that you pop that you hot, nigga, you’re not for real
Who got it locked on the block, like we got no deal!

Crypt the Warchild
Ya’ll niggas can’t see me, lift your brim up
Unless you want to see your man lift your limbs up
You’re talking to a man, sonny lift your chin up
It’s a sin if I let your skin scuff my Timbs up
See, me and Plan, we penetrate the block
We leave dead bodies and decorate the plot
We husky Puerto Ricans we vegetate your knot
Feast or famine motherfucker, escalate your crops
We in the land where men can’t registrate their Glocks
The world got shook they got the head of state to watch
Time keeps slipping we let it escape the clock
So when we get it poppin’ we hesitate to stop
I’m waving a blade, I’m scrapping my plate, I’m hungry
I’m breaking away, escaping the pain, ya’ll love me
You saying my name, I’m breaking your frame, it’s ugly
I fatally reign, I’m staining your dame, I’m gully

[Hook] x2

King Syze
Yo, I’m young cannon blastin’ with the mind of an elder
I move a box of trees like the Legend of Zelda
Man, and I don’t know what to tell ya’
I ain’t your pops homie, I ain’t the nigga that failed ya’
To rap with me, gotta be ready to blast with me
Tackle the city, crack the Da Vinci, master the gritty
I’m shackled in Philly, actually I’m locking it down
Your Fu-Fu flows ain’t nothing but spare change in this economy now
Compared to us, send to battle with flares I must
In certain situations I ain’t scared to bust
It goes my fam and my music
I’m plannin a movement to take advantage of anything that’s ever branded in music
So every time we drop, pop your gat to the ground
I’m a ring leader, trust me I ain’t fucking with clowns
And anyone who want to hate like be my guest
I’ma aim for your head like I ain’t seen that vest, homie

[Scratching]

Popularity: 3% [?]

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Demigodz – Laugh About It lyrics

Posted by Skyler on 17 December 2009, 7:16 pm

[Verse 1: Celph Titled]

You’re muthafuckin’ right I ain’t dead yet, I’m back with a vengeance
Keep rappers on their toes every time I make an entrance
Who is it? Celph Titled and Motive: two soldiers from the ‘Godz with four-fifths
That’ll throw your kids off the edge of a snow cliff
And fuck banana clips, I’m on some watermelon shit
You oughta call it quits, ’cause when the seeds get spit every nigga gettin’ hit
Come get me, ain’t no alarm system, just grab your arms and rip ‘em
Blood drippin’, paint the Rubix Cuban emblem with ‘em
A Spanish nigga that’ll vanish niggas out their whole existence
Atheists want it with me, and then they go religious
I got bitches from your hood researchin’ facts on you
Catch you at Mac-donalds and put the MAC on you
Blaat! Bomb you, and put that black bag on you
In the freezer, “Cold As Ice” like M.O.P.’s song do
So “What you want on your tombstone? ” Ain’t no pizza here
Fuck with Doe Rakers and you better keep them heaters near

[Chorus x 3]

[Freeway] “Wile out, fuck niggas up, laugh about it”
[RZA] “Hahahahahaha HA! ”

(Scratched]
[Freeway] “Fuck niggas up”

[Verse 2: Southpaw Jones]

I’m a DR representative, of course I’m a represent
It’s evident, this song is hard evidence
I’m presentin’ my own authentic, intellectual methods
Of connectin’ these raw sentences
My style is unperfected, yet it’s still a force to be reckoned with
This isn’t meant for the feminine, soft, or more sensitive
This is for my dogs livin’ off the wall, relentlessness
That’ll brawl at all costs, whether armed or weaponless
And for the record kid, this is beyond questionin’
I roll with a venemous squad of all veterans
That are never hesitant, not even for a second
To storm up in your residence and leave your vital parts and appendages
Hemorrhagin’ to the point modern medicine
Couldn’t mend the shit, leavin’ your relatives to mournin’ your remembrance
When it comes to the penmanship, I’m a perfectionist
‘Cause hip-hop is the definition of what self expression is

[Chorus x 3]

[Verse 3: Motive]

Yo… I don’t spit it, I live it, that’s what make me so different
While y’all mimic, I paint a picture more vivid to help niggas to vision
Hatin’ me is your decision, if you really listen
Understand why people got more faith in me than their religion
You can’t deny it, these words is written
Best way to describe my lyrics is givin’ verbal decision
Here’s my prescription for MC’s thinkin’ they sickin’
Precise spittin’ with competition for all mic collision
You see I’ve risen, plot to stay in position
I’m hot with intentions to knock this shit down at this prison (Yo!)
So who with it to get it, thinkin’ this gimmick’s by me?
I’m in it to have my digits have no limits like P
It’s Mo’, Celph, and Southpaw, no respect for cops’ laws
Got a hundred grams in the top drawer
The Doe Rakers, we not your, the raw we knock off
Your funds and them guns, we pop off, nigga

[Chorus]

(Scratching)

Popularity: 2% [?]

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Virtuoso Feat. Ali Bey and Hashim Misah – Two

Posted by Skyler on 17 December 2009, 6:43 pm

[Ali Bey]
Judas did it for the money and so do these world leaders
They cheat us like George Bush at the polls
They hearts must be cold like the winds of the poles
Either that or they lack souls, spilling red blood for black gold
Human sacrifice, make me wonder bout nine eleven
What they doin’ in the heavens on that space station
And we buggin off grand theft auto
For the Play Station, what you got faith in?
The book of Revelations, or media publication?
I you ask certain people they all fabrication
Cngratulations, to anyone who found they life’s purpose
The earth is perfect but the world is flawed
Aistakes are a part of life just learn from yours
They making weapons out of germs for war
AIDS bombs straight through your front door
And I’m sure they got a cure, what they hiding it for?
I’ve learned greed is a whore with abscess sores
I wouldn’t go in her raw, or even touch her
Up in hell’s kitchen trying to get a little supper
Hunger pains as a mother, but whatever don’t kill us make us tougher

[Hook] x2
Why do you, want to split our world in two
People tell me true, what are you trying to do?

[Hashim Misah]
I’m out for presidents to represent me
And I ain’t talking bout Bush, he got paper cause his fam is crooks
Man they push more weight than Jay-Z
Off the books and Dick Cheney stay in beef like P, caught in a jux
So felonious, Masonic monks and I ain’t talking bout Thelonious
Look at the signs, study the times
To make the stock market climb the army get on the grind
Punks jump up in a war get creamed like calamine
On the blocks youths slang rocks like kids in Palestine
It’s all unraveling like a dutch, pal o’ mine
Get your shit straight, cause death spreads quicker than hate
Gossip in the hood or c-i’s upstate
Kid it’s easy to get busted down, trusting in clowns
Don’t trust everybody cause their flesh is brown
I seen devils darker than Wes Snipes banging them pipes
Sixteen heated rounds like a heavy-weight fight
Taking the life of the innocent, scandalous place we livin’ in
Tough love, making plans with omnipotent
Cause we true soldiers, and gettin’ older
I got a queen who got my back lifting the world off my shoulders
It’s all about family, once you start overstanding me
They can’t control us…
And we ain’t talking G.I. Joe bro’ it’s more like Cobrah

[Hook x2]

[Virtuoso]
From the cradle to the time that your able to watch cable
My fam pray to save you my son these are the days you
Oughta cherish, with faults greater than our merits
We launch assaults from which the salt of the earth could perish
Mostly over which parish or mosque you attend
Why let religion tear us apart we all men
Or are we the worst kind of animals?
Lifeless mechanical, selfish tyrannical
Like their leader, with heaters aimed for the slaughter
Powerful because he has the same name as his father
Both engaging, in insider trading and nepotism
They so concerned with the weapons system
When will the lesson hit them
There’s only so much atmosphere around this astral sphere
So if your blasting there something will happen here
Thunder claps the air, poison gas that’s clear
Invades our oxygen, venomous toxins in
Your blood like bites from venomous moccasins
Men have been talking in, riddles for too long
Proving who’s strong not planning to move on
We used Saddam to bruise Iran
Confusion ensued to who we’d choose to bomb
Conducting operas, fuck giving choppers ta’
Them cats who’s gats are now busting shots at ya’
They trying to topple your regime, the Gestapo with the cream
Got plots to cop nukes from Russian mafia
By who’s poll is George Bush popular?
That’s not my leader cheater never would have fought for ya’
You just the lesser of two evils
Who both want the first Holocaust since Hitler called Jews evil
Why do people need biological weapons
They must wanna get in final conflict Armageddon

[Hook x2]

Popularity: 1% [?]

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