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