[Chorus] When there's war in place, show me your poker face When they come in your place, show me your poker face Get the gun, send 'em all to the lords Get the swords, sacrifice 'em to the motherfuckin' morgue
[Verse 1] Slugs turn him slow, now that boy molasses Touch down a pack, running Calabasas Hut one, hut two, then I pass it Punch some old dude because he's a fascist Don't want you around because you talk too much All the other doggies said you bark too much Seen 'em in El Paso sayin' tough guy stuff Shot him in the spine, now he don't walk so much Then I went to the bank and I pulled out ten thousand Just to buy a part for my bike, have it growlin' Just to make the neighbors wake up and call the townsmen Because I woke up all the fuckin' public housing
[Chorus] When there's war in place, show me your poker face When they come in your place, show me your poker face Get the gun, send 'em all to the lords Get the swords, sacrifice 'em to the motherfuckin' morgue
[Verse 2] Caligula, I'ma put my dick in her cockpit I murder her, then I take the plug out the socket Curriculum, ain't listen in class so I dropped it And ain't look back since no buddy-buddy gang shit We don't like your music, when they played it, we all froze Sayin' "Somethin', somethin', somethin'" 'cause we don't know how it goes I'ma fuck your bitch and then I'll send a fucking video See a nigga in some Number (N)ine, suckin' on her toes When I said your name, the hoe said you were a faggot With some Lime-A-Ritas in they hand while they laughin' You can't buy the clothes you want? Oh, nigga, how tragic You can't fuck the bitch you want or you'll get embarrassed
[Chorus] When there's war in place, show me your poker face When they come in your place, show me your poker face Get the gun, send 'em all to the lords Get the swords, sacrifice 'em to the motherfuckin' morgueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.