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Текст песни "Fuck A War" |
 *phone rings*
[Hello, could I speak with, Bushwick
Bill?]
Hello, this is Bushwick, motherfucking
Bill
[Yes sir, I'm calling to inform you that
you have been drafted
into
the United States military]
The Unites States wants me for
what? Hahahaha
[Excuse me sir]
Hahaha
[Bushwick?]
Hahaha, yeah yeah yeah, hey
what's up?
[You need to contact your nearest
recruiting office immeadiatly
please]
I see your not hip to what's
happenin'
I don't give a fuck about you and all
that bullshit you stressin'
Fuck a war
To explain, let me kick it to you a
little something like this:
(Bushwick Bill)
Motherfuck a war, that's how I feel
Sendin' a nigga to the desert to get
killed
Cause two suckas can't agree on
something
A thousand motherfuckers died for
nothing
You can't pay me to join an army
camp
Or any other motherfuckin' military
branch
of this United goddman States of this
bitch America
Be a soldier, what for?
They puttin' niggas on the front line
But when it comes to gettin' ahead,
they put us way behind
I ain't gettin' my leg shot off
While Bush old ass on t.v. playin' golf
But when you come to my house
with that draft shit
I'm a shoot your funky ass bitch
A nigga'll die for a brawl
But I ain't fightin' behind no goddamn
oil
Against motherfuckas I don't know
Yo Bush! I ain't your damn hoe
The enemy is right here g, them
foreigners never did shit me
All of those wasted lives
And only one or two get recognized
But what good is a medal when your
dead? tell Uncle Sam I said
chorus x2 (Willie D)
I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin'
president
[Fuck fuck fuck a war]
(Bushwick Bill)
In Vietnam a lot of niggas died young
P.O.W.'s got hung
What the fuck do I know about a
grenade
All I know is the cops and my 12
gauge
And what if that pin gets stuck?
Several more casualties show up
This shit remind me of a drive-by
More motherfuckers die by accident
than on purpose, why?
Cause they don't know what they
doin'
They see the coast is clear and they
start persuin'
And that's when that booby trap
springs, BOOM!
Blow a motherfucker to smithereens
They send a sucker to your folks,
lookin' stupid
tellin' them you died in the line of
duty
Or your ass is missing in action bro
Tryin' to be a damn hero
They bring your folks that duffle bag
The only shit they wanna see is that
doggy tag
Hopin' that the worryin' will cease
And your ass will be home in one
damn piece
But my mom ain't gotta worry about
that there
Cause I ain't dyin' in the middle of
nowhere
Another statistic, a body in a drawer
Man! mother fuck a war!
Chorus x2
Ya'll lucky that I ain't the president
Cause I'll push the fuckin' button and
get it over wit
Fuck all that waitin' and
procrastinatin'
And all that goddamn negotiatin'
Flyin' back and fourth overseas
And havin' lunch and brunch with the
motherfuckin' enemy
I'll aim one missle at Iraq
And blow that little piece off shit off
the map
Yeah, I wouldn't give a fuck who it
ices
Cause I'm tired of payin' these high
ass gas prices
Only the rich benefit, it'll be a cold
day in hell before I enlist
To eat shit out a can like a worm
And everyday wear the same fuckin'
uniform
Sores breakin' on my funky ass feet
Skin crawlin' cause I ain't took baths
in weeks
Not knowin' if I'm comin' home or not
And if I do, I'll probably be shell
shocked
I couldn't get a job just a free burial
You know how Uncle Sam treat it's
veterans
Absolutely no respect
Get a plate in your head, lose a leg,
you might get a check
Or a gaddamn star, you can have
that shit
Mother fuck a war!
(chorus)x2
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