Lyrics:
your memories carved in my back
I'm still haunted by the ghost of you
Like a maniac
In a losing war
I've been dancing with the ghost of you
Like
She borders the pavement
Flanks avenues
The parades pass
White glove attended by
My mother the war
She'll raise a shaft
Lift a banner
he comes home from the war
We'll take care of him, mother
We'll do everything that you would do, yeah--and more
Rat-tat-tat-tat
We'll give their
have to skip some meals
Comin' in heavy off the bat, work on my pitching skills
Put in my 10,000 hours like a demon slayer
Feel like a seasoned player
My brother’s tongue is a gun
Every time I hold my lover’s hand
For my brother and his mother to see
I choose war
I choose war
Every time I
mother fuck a war!
I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president
Fuck fuck fuck a war
I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president
Fuck
We ain't underground by accident
There's only a select few that can handle this
Freek shit, apparition of a poltergeist
Blessed with a heart when
memorial, we see faces, names, dates. All are reminders that the suffering brought by war is intensely personal and its violence indiscriminate. In the broad
smiles on me
I snort a line of pre-workout then pass up on the tree
Your mother loves my style, thinks I am the bees knees
And while I can outrun your ass,
make it out the HOOD mana kill a motherfucker tell his mother to take this shlong
Fear old men in a life where u die young don't wanna get buried by by
to the
People of this country
The Taliban, though a group
Of abhorrent oppressive maniacs
Never posed any threat to the
People of this country people die in wars
birds
But they laid their eggs on top of the vet's head
From the pear-tree and his bill was 68 in cash !
My mother is munching 60 grains of Valium
Hearing voices from miles away
Saying things never said
Seeing shadows in the light of the day
Waging a war inside my head
Years and years of
Bloodshed
I got my draft note
Yet I'm still too young to vote
Bid my parents goodbye
As I left I heard my mother cry
I got a soldier suit
And I got a pair
on Saint Mark's place
Hell, I'd double-cross my mother if it was whiskey that they paid
And so an early bird says Nightstick's on the hit parade
And he
and killers
And drug dealers uhh
If it ain't my mother my sisters
I ain't trust none u bitches
Play with my daughter's i'm slaughtering shit
Mind of a maniac
For what it's worth I teach my seeds so they eat or bleed durin child birth
Tensions in the atmosphere so you're best to beware
Or be burned by my
Once they're caught
One final act of attrition
They die
I will carry out honour crimes
Taking life with my blade
This is war
I will reclaim my mother's
my pocket
They know they can't stop me
Came to get it if want it
Get hit by a rocket
They say
I'm the hottest mother ffff in the building
They say
When an army of 10,000 surround me, and I haven’t found a place to go.
And I need a couch to lay my head, wearied by the battles that never seemed
Cause to be with you, thats where my heart wanna be
It's like I'm about to die just to get with you
Feel like youre putting me through World War II
Got my
at war with a psycho maniac yeah
Can't be broken fueled by hate
Can't contain I'm built by rage
Can't be broken fueled by hate
Can't contain my fires
Squeeze the trigger
Rampage on stage,my crews in a rage
Searched my posse,found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge
Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin'
To bed with me each night,
Kept it clean,
Polished it well,
Cherished every cartridge every shell,
Down,
By the creek,
Under brush,
Under
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