Lyrics:
Bikini Bitches um mich rum als wär' ich Bademeister
Ein paar Runden fahrn', fick den Stundenplan
Abi Bitches kritzeln sich mein Namen auf den Unterarm
you can do for your country
what's your country been doing to your mind?"
It's the American in me says it an honor to die
in a war that's just
and crippin', lickin' is civil like Jack the Ripper
I'm on a mission drippin'-a-fog
An when it sees a million motherfuckers deceased
some of police are brutal
All our taxes paying for your wars against the new non-rich
I buy my crack, I smack my bitch
Right here in Hollywood
The percentage of Americans
Soldier soldier
He american soldier
Soldier soldier soldier
He british soldier
Quelle est la mère qui t’a laissé partir
Un beau matin plantée sur le
troops
War
Listen to us
War
We don't want to be fodder in America's war
American tradition, US leaders love their war
In the name of peace
at causing civil war that no one is suspicious
'Cause we fight each other and ourselves! The system is so vicious
That we can't come together even if we
Welcome to the War
Pushing back the civil unrest
Swinging the club of control
Hammer down the unruly protest
Exploit the weakened souls
Beating,
absence
Must be equal, but I deserve more
We're entitled to safety
Life without conflict
We're headed for civil war
If you violate my safe space
You're
different, it could have been easy
But too much money rolled in to ever end slavery
And the cry for war spread like wildfire
Wildfire
Wildfire
Civil
Executions of our children
Is acceptable policing
Suburban soldiers
In a civil war
Beware the masters
That you serve
700 billion and
It can't buy us peace
But
prepared for it?
Civilians at war,
Don’t get more civil than this?
Civil war, here it goes.
45th know you started this.
Like a gang that you are
With
as the revolutionist
You act as the revolutionist in your civil war
Your civil war
Turning the whole world upside-down,
Now I know that nothing happened on your
but still a civil war baby
Seems peace was never for me, all pain and guts no glory
Was young climbing purgatory, no elevator hella stories
Listen up
wired
I'm never civil when I'm thinking 'bout revenge
Life's never simple when I'm lying in my bed
Trynna get some rest but what's the bet that shit gets
shakes his head from time to time
And rambles somewhere in his mind
Mumbling 'bout the Civil War
And how we should have won
Settin' up his battle
To leave my cousin behind in
Somalia's war "How bitter when she
Had to choose who to
Take with her" Now I was left
In "Is Anybody Out There?" a very
American
I'm proud to be an all American singer
I hear talking on the radio
of war on thought and conspiracy
And some people judge their fellow man
by their
American born, American raised, American made
My country shitted on me (My country)
She wants to get rid of me (Naw, never)
Cause the things I seen
turned into a civil war
Artists hittin' on you, broke as fuck
I swear them niggas probably live in Singapore
The athlete that you rollin' with
I saw
I need a brother, war
A brother, peace
And a brother in arms
Like one two three
A person who can see
The better me
A person who can see
The blasphemy
everything's just great
So just accept your fate
Cause it's already too late
We're already in a civil war
Pretending nobody gets killed
You might read about
booth
Hangin' on the end of a line
While this civil war keeps ragin' in my mind
Oh Mary Mary
I think you're fine
'Cause you can mix a margarita
things to come
Reality TV delivers to you on request, your private war
War means business, even if it's a civil one
It brings together nations
Who try
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