Lyrics:
Greetings:This is the Secretary of War at the State Department
Of the United States
We have a problem.
The companies want something done about
Greetings¡Âthis is the secretary of war at the state department of the united states¡Âwe have a problem. the companies want something done about
mill spilt guts and
Drums from Thor's hammer
And document the war of
The department-store Santas
From the POV of cameras hid
In the dogs' antlers
(No
Music department, mafia turf wars
Balaclava mask, butane and brass
Jack booted brand, Lieutenant Dan
Let’s dance
You just wanna survive, scumbags
Look
crown of thorns, it kept me warm
"Our day will come" you told me once
Stealing Amy's words was just enough
Long lost friends and drawn out wars
Laughs
Does anybody out there know that for the first time in American history the U.S. Army was used in a war operation against the American people? Right
committed to the department of corrections
For confinement of the *** state prisons
Without possibility of parole
For the remainder of your life
You
I see you tryna shoot your shot
Girl I'm not your target
Making you happy is not in my department
You can come to the apartment
We can get this shit
may be completely
Beyond man's capacity to live
With let's forget
For a moment the complex problems we might
Face in converting from a cold war
the brotherman with an m-60 in his hand,
Eatin spam
So one more time, testin one two, and ya don't stop
That's why we got this war hobbes
Yo I only got one thing
steel out in the yard
A ball and chain slavery
When they lock you down, they throw away the key
Department of corrections
They are not fixing anything!
and Furious
Purple mountains of opiods
White waves of Iran-contra cocaine
"What is racism? Racism is an act of war. Sexism is an act of war
It's a war against
and the police department
Then they went through hell
The rehab can tell
There are still the faces on papers
Things get never well
When suffering sprouts
And eyes
wanting for
To inspire a decrease in the department of warfare
'Cause all is not fare in love and war
I doubt you'd recognize the Devil knockin' on your
because he had
The audacity to challenge
A war machine bent on
Keeping people impoverished
And men and woman dying for an illegal war
Martin was more than
no answer
But I was sure that he had him a blammer and wanted war
Revenge, what do you say to a good friend
That just lost it and grabbin' choppers
After the war I went back to New York
A-After the war I went back to New York
I finished up my studies and I practiced law
I practiced law, Burr
scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pulling your Adams apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire department I've hired a arson
To set
department
Until his injury
Now he puts out the fires
For the girl from the city
His family's from these parts
Before the white men got there
Grows
for a nine war
Walk nigga mind yours, of crime wars will find yours
The hot one will spot one, shock one and stop one
Crews will conquer as tough
Täter nicht nah
Er verwischt mit der größten Akribie die Spuren jeder elenden Tat
Ich greife meinen Trenchcoat, verlasse das Department am Abend, mache
Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
Welfare department, they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
Howard said,
Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
Welfare department, they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
Howard said,
Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose
Welfare department, they wouldn't give him no clothes
He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?"
Howard said,
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