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[Akrobatik]Don't be mad at me, America created this bloodlustit's time to be prepared for war, heads up when the scuds bustyou can fire your missiles, there no match for my New England patriotthe fear wells up inside of ya'as they whistle past your tenament, my president set the precedentthat we don't need concrete evidence or no allied troops to representI'll bust your shit unilaterallyand any damage I suffer that's just collateral bmore fuel for the firebut if you set fire to the fuel the stakes become higherfourty-eight hours bitch bounce nowturn on the television if you wanna see the fucking countdowncounter attack I'm not having itmy smart bombs are sixty-six point six percent accuratemy leaders name's another word for pussyslander and propaganda got me fucked up so don't push meI'm full of savagery, so you don't wanna battle meI kill the innocent and call it incidental casualtiesyour minds boggled, I got you slow to grab the throttleI caught you sleeping with the help of my night vision gogglesI guarantee you dumb fucks won't sleep on me againI see you sitting back cocky like Saddam in his denI'm bombing your men, bombing your women, bombing your kidscheck the box score on CNN to see what I did, bitch!Songtexte[Hook]My rap flows militant, atten-chun!the general, commander of the regimentleveling your settlement the chief speaks eloquentcommand presidents, with military intelligence. [x2][Virtuoso]This is V-Day, we may need reinforcements for the fortresstheir forces are drowning in an ocean of corpseswhile I fly high above birds eye the war eagleyour feeble slash flows that blow like torpedoeswith our limbs aching, march from where we've been stationedfor invasion to capture and skinwe're making expansions to the shores which are foreignwe're going to war in the name of J.P. MorganGates and Rockerfeller they get shot the hell upwhile looters rush, grab the artifacts and rob Iraq ofthe culture, from which the vulture stole the Jesus sculptureknowing that if Christ was alive he would revolt ta'see you fight for who could use his name in vain to tame the samepeople that you claim you saveyou gave us purple hearts and call them medals of braverybut it feels more like I got shot for modern slaveryfuck a war! cause I got my legs blown offwhile George Bush junior and senior were playing golffor who would I vote, when politicians dream of spittin' two in my throatleaving me sitting by a suicide notesend wire fuck the empire tell the men fireI recommend dire consequence for them liarssoldier my flame thrower burn 'em to embersthen return 'em to sender with my terms of surrender[Hook: x2][V:] The war horse, more force than an A-bombwe take arms, cremating your body with napalmwe take on many[A:] anybody get slayed[V:] for every dollar on weapons, we spend a penny on AIDS[A:] fuck researchcause if you ask me Virtch we already got the curebut turned it down cause it works better on the poorI think we got it fucked up for sureintelligence is morethan finding out the oppositions plans for war[V:] if the whole world respected love over fearthen a brother would hear your point without a slug in the earwhat kind of holy war has devils on both sideswho spend money on missiles not medical suppliesinstead of stealth bombers if you spent the wealth on hospitals[A:] Maybe every nation wouldn't want to take a shot at you[V:] so the new battle plan is respect life in all elementsA&V:now that's military intelligence![Hook: x2] Aus Songtexte Mania