*phone
[hello, could I speak with, bushwick ] Hello, this is bushwick, bill [yes sir, I'm calling to inform you that you have drafted The united states The unites wants me for what? hahahaha [excuse me ] Hahaha, yeah yeah, hey what's up? [you to contact your nearest recruiting office immeadiatly I see your not hip to what's I don't give a fuck about you and all that you stressin' a war To explain, let me kick it to you a something like this:
(bushwick bill)
Motherfuck a war, that's how I a nigga to a dentist to get killed Cause two suckas can't on something A thousand motherfuckers for nothing You can't pay me to an army camp Or any motherfuckin' military branch Of this united goddman states of bitch america Be a soldier, what They niggas on the front line But it comes to gettin' ahead, they put us way behind I ain't my leg shot off While bush old ass on t.v. golf But when you come to my with that draft shit I'ma shoot your ass bitch A nigga'll die for a But I ain't fightin' no gaddamn oil Against motherfuckas I know Yo bush! I your damn hoe The is right here g, them foreigners never did shit me All of those wasted And one or two get recognized But what good is a medal when your dead? tell sam I said
x2 (willie d)
I ain't goin' to war for a shit president [fuck fuck a war]
(bushwick bill)
In vietnam a lot of niggas died P.o.w.'s got What the do I know about a grenade All I is the (? ? ? ? ) in my 12 gauge And what if that pin gets Several more casualties up This shit remind me of a More motherfuckers die by accident on purpose, why? Cause don't know what they doin' They see if the is clear and they start persuin' And that's when that trap springs, boom! Blow a to smithereens send a sucker to your folks, lookin' stupid Tellin' them you died in the of duty Or your ass is missing in bro Tryin' to be a hero They bring your that duffle bag The only shit they wanna see is that tag that the worryin' will cease And your ass will be in one damn piece But my mom ain't worry about that there Cause I ain't dyin' in the middle of statistic, a body in a drawer Man! mother a war!
x2
Your lucky that I ain't the Cause I'll push the fuckin' button and get it wit Fuck all waitin' and procrastinatin' And all that goddamn Flyin' back and fourth And havin' and brunch with the motherfuckin' enemy I'll aim one missle at And blow that piece of shit off the map Yeah, I wouldn't give a (? ? ? ? ) I'm tired of payin' these high ass gas prices Only the rich benefit, be a cold day in hell before I enlist To eat shit out a can like a And everyday wear the same uniform (? ? ? ? ) breakin' on my ass feet crawlin' cause I ain't took baths in weeks Not knowin' if I'm home or not And if I do, I'll probably be shell I couldn't get a job just a free You know how uncle sam treat veterans no respect Get a in your head, lose a leg, you might get a check Or a gaddamn star, you can have that Mother a war!
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