this is my original; now that i think about it... the intro has no relevance whatsoever on the tittle. eh, oh well. other than that, how is it?
(intro)I'm just sittin on the corner- wishin ta warn ya,
Before ya out the door, best get protection for ya.
Pissin off the wrong boys'll getcha kinda former/ly known
Before ya even make it to the Store/, So
Adorn your forty-four, and take it wit ya, 'fore
ya Mourned, just because my 'beautition' deformed ya.
You wishin I warned ya, through bitchin some more, huh?
Ya red with fury? Your belly has you gettin much oranger.
I won't take shit from nobody who isn't a soldier;
You want some? Be careful; it's like you splittin a boulder!
I dodge shots ya got like i'm swimmin in water,
reveal the concealed, and I spit it upon ya.
I warn ya: fists fly when i fist fight;
I might switch my fist fo' this six-inch knife, alright?
So back off, or I'll assume that you wishin fo' torture,
force-feed ya shit, and take a different order!
(verse) A Quarter couldn't get ya three takes of fame,
But enough'll get ya outta jail, 'n' break ya chains.
A judge'll let ya loose if he can take ya pay-
Just look at O.J. .....it's safe to say
that's the kinda society we've made today;
Out wit propriety- hate shall stay.
We put the 'cunt' in country cuz we get Raped each day
cuz our leaders try to fuck us in every way!
(pause 1/2 of line, then...) ...this stuff corrupts us,
like Jackson, and how just fucks this youngster's
ass, 'n' is passin us up to front us,
so I'll ask his judge, "Now was this justice?"
"No," is the answer that I'll get from him...
he bought a prostitute wit the money he got.
He'll look back 'n' ask, "Is this such a sin?"
I'll say, "Yes, hence it's best you get to get shot."
(refrain) To the U.S, the Japs sing litterally
the song we call "You Dropped The Bomb On Me,"
and Iraquis don't ever wanna really be "freed,"
cuz democracy don't seem to be all that Free!
(verse 2) Oh boy... these fools are odder than Nine-Eleven,
and the presedent, not even showin one sign of depression,
Sittin back, just guessin at what to do, and lettin
the dudes that blew us from New to decrepid
into the damn country, without no begettin
of greencards from them, 'n' slackin off, inventin
new ways to get time off, and cruise like Mr. Jetson,
Flyin high, 'n' decidin our fate, and the country lets him!
Where the fuck's our learned lesson?! Y'all just burned a blessin
if ya burned voting time by even thirty seconds!
Coulda made the country better; saved our Daughters and Sons
from the war that's in Iraque, and being Slaughtered with Guns,
But NO, ya didn't give it a shitty thought and ya runned
around the town in circles, jerkin off to some nuns.
not quite complete, but how's it?
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