*female newsreporter
"Also the, hearing from the defense department they launched some fifty Tomahawk missiles Not from ahh US ships but also from British in the area"
2x] Draft me! I wanna fight for my Jump in a and murder those monkeys! Draft me! I'm too dedicated to Justice must prevail (Justice prevail!)
Yo, I wanna get drafted, I wanna see somebody get they ass standard military tactics Fuck brass knuckles, I'll punch you brass fists flowin with my emotions in my moment of madness I'll wake up the whole barracks, murder you on matress And at you like, "What's the matter?" You better go back to your bed, I have to act up You might be the one to get ripped you jacker! You not tell the captain I might accidentally you with the mack 10 at target practice Runnin the obstacle course, up and across Over the logs, five more, damn soldier you on, I wanna be agile and docile Break ya legs like sticks, put you in a hospital Stand over top of you, put a pillow over nostrils and just so sorrowful It doesn't make me feel powerful, it's just a It's just a rhyme really of this is tangible So don't ask me about it, I won't get at you And I get angry, I just won't answer you You better go get in shape or some weights nigga 'cause next time I see you I'ma be a ape find out you still callin out my name I'll into your tourbus with a plane nigga
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Fuckin with my freedom, leave a bleedin Leave 'em in pain like a infant he teethin It's huntin season, and ya loved grievin 'cause I never up (no sir) I never back down Ask Brown (Ha!) From the bell to the last Face down, in the dirt, hit 'em where it hurt Make the enemy my bitch in a skirt 'cause when it it poured, this ain't a game it's war One goal, one aim son, same as Alotta pain to endure, to explore And I'ma hold my weapon right I was trained in the Corp You don't want no trouble, whole city to rubble And we gon' it happen, quick, fast, and on the double me!
So best go get y'all shuffles! (Draft me) The situation's gettin So who better butt me, and put to the enemy me, pass me, the M-16 Give me a buzz cut, ask me if I a fuck I'm out blastin, military four-fashion Twelve castin, for weapons of mass-distraction Outlastin, all the privates in my Fightin for my family, and the that grew up with me My of Brothers, rarely just smother the enemy Razor blades cut ya face and a scar so you remember me Lurkin, to leave y'all with bloody red Screamin "Jihad!" while y'all to a false god We ready for, all out war, time to settle the score Grab a .44 and dump into nigga's Draft me, you ain't even ask me, I'm ready the Rambo machete, using tactics that's deadly Draft me, I to God, we ready for the Taliban Drop the bomb, and huddle some nuclear laws, come on!
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(as Stan)] Truthfully, I wouldn't wanna go to war if asked me I'd rather puff and talk about headies and Lassie I was just to Canibus last week I heard a record called Channel 0 was mad deep When I'm overseas I can't eat, the is nasty Bis has a seafood fancy, I'm to crabby G'head draft me, all in my new family I'll have a good time wavin at the ??? If I get hit, one of the team'll me So g'head draft me, g'head me
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*George W. Bush
"The only way to peace is to pursue those that threaten it We did not ask for mission, but we will fulfill it..."