The microphone explodes, shattering the molds Either drop hits like De-La-O or get the fuck off the commode With the sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop Drop and don't copy yo, don't call this a co-op Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' the thirst of the power dons That five sided fist-a-gon The rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets bigger The trigger's cold, empty your purse
They rally 'round the family, with a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family, with a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family, with a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family, with a pocket full of shells
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal I walk the corner to the rubble that used to be a library Line up to the mind cemetery now What we don't know keeps the contracts alive an movin' They don't gotta burn the books, they just remove 'em While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells
Rally 'round the family, pockets full of shells Rally 'round the family, with a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family, with a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family, with a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family, with a pocket full of shells
The bulls on parade!
Come with it now! Come with it now!
The bulls on parade! The bulls on parade! The bulls on parade! The bulls on parade! The bulls on parade!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
