*phone
[hello, could I with, bushwick bill? ] Hello, is bushwick, motherfucking bill [yes sir, I'm calling to inform you that you been drafted The united states The unites states me for what? hahahaha [excuse me ] Hahaha, yeah yeah, hey what's up? [you need to contact nearest recruiting office immeadiatly I see your not hip to what's I don't give a fuck about you and all that bullshit you a war To explain, let me kick it to you a little like this:
(bushwick bill)
a war, that's how I feel Sendin' a to a dentist to get killed Cause two suckas can't on something A thousand motherfuckers for nothing You pay me to join an army camp Or any motherfuckin' military branch Of this united goddman states of this america Be a soldier, what They puttin' niggas on the line But when it comes to gettin' ahead, they put us way I gettin' my leg shot off While old ass on t.v. playin' golf But when you come to my house with that shit shoot your funky ass bitch A die for a broil But I fightin' behind no gaddamn oil Against motherfuckas I don't Yo bush! I ain't damn hoe The enemy is right here g, them foreigners did shit me All of those wasted And one or two get recognized But what is a medal when your dead? tell uncle sam I said
x2 (willie d)
I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' [fuck fuck a war]
(bushwick bill)
In vietnam a lot of niggas young P.o.w.'s got What the fuck do I know a grenade All I know is the (? ? ? ? ) in my 12 And what if pin gets stuck? Several more show up This remind me of a drive-by More motherfuckers die by accident than on purpose, Cause they don't know what they They see if the coast is clear and they persuin' And that's when booby trap springs, boom! a motherfucker to smithereens They a sucker to your folks, lookin' stupid Tellin' you died in the line of duty Or ass is missing in action bro Tryin' to be a hero They bring your that duffle bag The only shit they wanna see is that tag Hopin' that the 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 Another statistic, a body in a Man! fuck a war!
x2
Your lucky that I ain't the Cause I'll the fuckin' button and get it over wit all that waitin' and procrastinatin' And all goddamn negotiatin' Flyin' back and fourth And havin' lunch and with the motherfuckin' enemy I'll aim one missle at And blow that little of shit off the map Yeah, I wouldn't give a (? ? ? ? ) Cause I'm of payin' these high ass gas prices Only the rich benefit, it'll be a cold day in hell before I To eat shit out a can a worm And wear the same damn uniform (? ? ? ? ) breakin' on my funky ass Skin crawlin' cause I ain't took 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 sam treat it's veterans Absolutely no Get a plate in head, lose a leg, you might get a check Or a gaddamn star, you can that shit fuck a war!
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