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Ok, you ready? We're starting Huh Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell am I missing Take, back the land from God, for the heathens, for the heathens, for the heathens And make, the people write the laws Bout time bout time bout time Oil derrick suckin' up from mother While hеr soil buried bodies of the othеrs The banana clip kill brother from another mother Can we save the planet from the gutter? Oh, I don't know Allah save us from ourselves Everyday they want to set another race war SongtexteBut I won't be a motherfucker that gon' hate more Takin' all the water, we the ones they made poor Kill the corporations they don't want to stay sore A knife in the back It be your own species that believes that crap, white and black Huh, alright Now from the front to the back, I want to see motherfuckers get what you want Alright Timmy better call I knew him as a child Where that motherfucker go? Maybe I could find him at the bottom of a bottle? Or maybe I could find him at the ending of this song? (I'm wrong, I'm wrong) Leave me out dry Standin' in the desert, put a bullet to the sky I'm surprised you motherfuckers even still alive Find a way to kill 'em when I'm fucking certified I hope you're terrified That I'm fucking verified Uh I'mma go put something pretty scary in the sky Uh, all of you motherfuckers don't want to come and die I'mma rip your legs, tell the people they dumb to try And the oil couldn't rise There is no need for war on a national scale There is no need for wars when the rationals prevail There is no need for bullets raining down in a hail I hope all of the you motherfuckers go straight to hell They just want to see us lying on the ground Keep squabbling amongst yourselves so you can ignore the genocide happening overseas, right under your nose Lobbyists would like it if we didn't make a sound Keep arguing about race and class while innocents overseas are shot by bullets encased in brass Dis-ownable The body count is insurmountable And nobody is ever held accountable Aus Songtexte Mania