F**k a War

*Phone rings* [Hello, could I speak with, Bushwick Bill?] Hello, this is Bushwick, motherfucking Bill [Yes sir, I'm calling to inform you that you have been drafted into the United States military] The Unites States wants me for what? Hahahaha [Excuse me sir] Hahaha [Bushwick?] Hahaha, yeah yeah yeah, hey what's up? [You need to contact your nearest recruiting office immediately please] I see your not hip to what's happenin' I don't give a fuck about you and all that bullshit you stressin' Fuck a war To explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this: (Bushwick Bill) Motherfuck a war, that's how I feel Sendin' a nigga to the desert to get killed Cause two suckas can't agree on something A thousand motherfuckers died for nothing You can't pay me to join an army camp Or any other motherfuckin' military branch Of this United goddman States of this bitch America Be a soldier, what for? They puttin' niggas on the front line But when it comes to gettin' ahead, they put us way behind I ain't gettin' my leg shot off While Bush old ass on t.v. playin' golf But when you come to my house with that draft shit I'm a shoot your funky ass bitch A nigga'll die for a brawl But I ain't fightin' behind no goddamn oil Against motherfuckas I don't know Yo Bush! I ain't your damn hoe The enemy is right here g, them foreigners never did shit me All of those wasted lives And only one or two get recognized But what good is a medal when your dead? tell Uncle Sam I said Chorus x2 (Willie D) I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president [Fuck fuck fuck a war] (Bushwick Bill) In Vietnam a lot of niggas died young P.O.W.'s got hung What the fuck do I know about a grenade All I know is the cops and my 12 gauge And what if that pin gets stuck? Several more casualties show up This shit remind me of a drive-by More motherfuckers die by accident than on purpose, why? Cause they don't know what they doin' They see the coast is clear and they start persuin' And that's when that booby trap springs, BOOM! Blow a motherfucker to smithereens They send a sucker to your folks, lookin' stupid Tellin' them you died in the line of duty Or your ass is missing in action bro Tryin' to be a damn hero They bring your folks that duffle bag The only shit they wanna see is that doggy tag Hopin' that the worryin' will cease And your ass will be home in one damn piece But my mom ain't gotta worry about that there Cause I ain't dyin' in the middle of nowhere Another statistic, a body in a drawer Man! mother fuck a war! Chorus x2 Ya'll lucky that I ain't the president Cause I'll push the fuckin' button and get it over wit Fuck all that waitin' and procrastinatin' And all that goddamn negotiatin' Flyin' back and fourth overseas And havin' lunch and brunch with the motherfuckin' enemy I'll aim one missle at Iraq And blow that little piece off shit off the map Yeah, I wouldn't give a fuck who it ices Cause I'm tired of payin' these high ass gas prices Only the rich benefit, it'll be a cold day in hell before I enlist To eat shit out a can like a worm And everyday wear the same fuckin' uniform Sores breakin' on my funky ass feet Skin crawlin' cause I ain't took baths in weeks Not knowin' if I'm comin' home or not And if I do, I'll probably be shell shocked I couldn't get a job just a free burial You know how Uncle Sam treat it's veterans Absolutely no respect Get a plate in your head, lose a leg, you might get a check Or a gaddamn star, you can have that shit Mother fuck a war! (Chorus)x2