*phone
[hello, could I speak with, bushwick ] Hello, this is bushwick, motherfucking [yes sir, I'm calling to inform you you have been drafted The united states The unites wants me for what? hahahaha [excuse me ] Hahaha, yeah yeah yeah, hey up? [you need to your nearest recruiting office immeadiatly I see not hip to what's 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 little something 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 can't pay me to join an army Or any other motherfuckin' branch Of this united goddman states of this bitch Be a soldier, what They puttin' niggas on the front But when it comes to ahead, they put us way behind I gettin' my leg shot off While bush old ass on t.v. golf But when you come to my house with that shit I'ma shoot funky ass bitch A die for a broil But I ain't behind no gaddamn oil motherfuckas I don't know Yo bush! I ain't damn hoe The enemy is right here g, them never did shit me All of wasted lives 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 to war for a shit talkin' president [fuck fuck a war]
(bushwick bill)
In vietnam a lot of niggas died 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 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 coast is clear and start persuin' And that's when booby trap springs, boom! Blow a motherfucker to send a sucker to your folks, lookin' stupid Tellin' you died in the line 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 Hopin' that the worryin' cease And your ass will be home in one piece But my mom ain't gotta about that there Cause I ain't dyin' in the middle of Another statistic, a body in a Man! mother a war!
x2
Your lucky that I ain't the I'll push the fuckin' button and get it over wit Fuck all that waitin' and And all that goddamn back and fourth overseas And havin' lunch and brunch with the enemy I'll aim one missle at And blow little piece of shit off the map Yeah, I give a fuck (? ? ? ? ) Cause I'm tired of these high ass gas prices Only the rich benefit, it'll be a cold day in before I enlist To eat shit out a can a worm And wear the same damn uniform (? ? ? ? ) on my funky ass feet Skin crawlin' cause I ain't baths in weeks Not knowin' if I'm comin' or not And if I do, I'll probably be shocked I couldn't get a job just a burial You how uncle sam treat it's veterans no respect 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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