Pistol totin' bitches with a trigger finger itchin'
Talkin' shit about a policy to feed the engine
Motor boat afloat, but the clock is barely tickin'
Never was a great thing, but now it's f*ckin' sick and
Truth in a bag and a mag and callin' boys like me a fag
When we just brush it off you turn to violence, silence all the other voices
Choices?
No, f*ck that
You boys and girls are all just toys
And I'm a kid with a motherf*ckin' hit list
Cut it with that snitch shit
Here's a f*ckin' gift bitch
Put it on your wrist, slick
Keep the money comin' now
Keep the cities comin' down
Keep the races runnin' round
F*ck 'em over go to town
They can't fight you back now
Why can't we come back now?
Bring it f*ckin' back round?
Never f*ckin' back down and kick em in the sack?
Nah
Shoot 'em bodies, stacked up
Revolution, racked up
F*ck the peace shit
Ghandi's dead and we're still backed up
Let's just get this wrapped up
No more f*ckin' *slap* *duck*
Grab the f*ckin' gat and point that shit right at that ass-f*ck
F*ck all the world leaders
F*ck all the war shit
Don't you think the time has come to motherf*ckin' end it?
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Pistol totin' bitches with a trigger finger itchin'
Talkin' shit about a policy to feed the engine
Motor boat afloat, but the clock is barely tickin'
Never was a great thing, but now it's f*ckin' sick and
Truth in a bag and a mag and callin' boys like me a fag
When we just brush it off you turn to violence, silence all the other voices
Choices?
No, f*ck that
You boys and girls are all just toys
And I'm a kid with a motherf*ckin' hit list
Cut it with that snitch shit
Here's a f*ckin' gift bitch
Put it on your wrist, slick
Keep the money comin' now
Keep the cities comin' down
Keep the races runnin' round
F*ck 'em over go to town
They can't fight you back now
Why can't we come back now?
Bring it f*ckin' back round?
Never f*ckin' back down and kick em in the sack?
Nah
Shoot 'em bodies, stacked up
Revolution, racked up
F*ck the peace shit
Ghandi's dead and we're still backed up
Let's just get this wrapped up
No more f*ckin' *slap* *duck*
Grab the f*ckin' gat and point that shit right at that ass-f*ck
F*ck all the world leaders
F*ck all the war shit
Don't you think the time has come to motherf*ckin' end it?
Talkin' shit about a policy to feed the engine
Motor boat afloat, but the clock is barely tickin'
Never was a great thing, but now it's f*ckin' sick and
Truth in a bag and a mag and callin' boys like me a fag
When we just brush it off you turn to violence, silence all the other voices
Choices?
No, f*ck that
You boys and girls are all just toys
And I'm a kid with a motherf*ckin' hit list
Cut it with that snitch shit
Here's a f*ckin' gift bitch
Put it on your wrist, slick
Keep the money comin' now
Keep the cities comin' down
Keep the races runnin' round
F*ck 'em over go to town
They can't fight you back now
Why can't we come back now?
Bring it f*ckin' back round?
Never f*ckin' back down and kick em in the sack?
Nah
Shoot 'em bodies, stacked up
Revolution, racked up
F*ck the peace shit
Ghandi's dead and we're still backed up
Let's just get this wrapped up
No more f*ckin' *slap* *duck*
Grab the f*ckin' gat and point that shit right at that ass-f*ck
F*ck all the world leaders
F*ck all the war shit
Don't you think the time has come to motherf*ckin' end it?
Writer: Colton Eisel
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