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Ill Bill - American History X lyrics
[Ill Bill] I eat politicians for breakfast Till infinity it's endless Bill and Hillary, George Bush, everybody's gettin it Presidents, Supreme Court Justices, and Senators Run up in the White House Erase people, edit them Press delete, hit em in the chest with heat Hail to the chief Bullets everywhere, its beef Violence is more American than apple pie and Soul Train Baseball, nickel-plated nines, and cocaine It's Ill Bill, Non-Phixion If I offended you with my words I meant it Protected by the First Amendment If this was Iraq I'd a been beheaded Instead of sparkin a dime log I'd be hangin in Baghdad shredded Yeah I recognize But if I ever disappear under mysterious pretenses You guess why I guess the CIA's trying to die They wanna terrorize the kid And fry him alive (Chorus) Scared heads and Black hebrews Punk rockers and Hip-Hoppers Street pharmacists, drug dealers, witch doctors Rappers wearing hundred thousand dollar wrist watches Little kids starving, the police killed his father Rich man, poor man, civilized man, Tarzan Who's right? fightin over God's land American History X Represent the future unknown What's next? [Ill Bill] I leave an ATF truck burning with the passengers in it Hit it with anti-aircraft missiles with Bill's spid-it No apologies, asking what's wrong with truth Tell me whats wrong with the world I'll tell you what's wrong with you What's wrong with the youth Brain eating, corpses, and coupes Sorcerers and spooks Luminating torturous kooks Murdering devils that wear police officer suits Revolutionaries standing on street corners and stoops I'm the reason the FBI killed JFK The reason they have metal detectors at JFK The reason that the Constitution no longer protects us They don't even need a reason anymore to arrest us Living in a state of Martial Law Learn the arts of war Arm yourself, marching forth into the monster's jaws America eats its young, swallow raw Falling through the doorway of death Never know what we dying for (Chorus) [Ill Bill] I seen spoiled kids murder they parents with shotguns Poor kids from the hood sellin they mom's drugs A lost generation of fools Without a clear destination No guidance, no rules, no education And the older generation's no better Matter of fact they worse They oughta know better These greedy motherfuckers trade blood for oil An American graveyard on another man's soil Makes no sense The Roman Empire in the present tense Murder for corporations that they represent Whether Democrat or Republican The same scumbag government Where scumbag brains are running shit (Chorus) (x2) |
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