Bulls On Parade

Come wit' it now

Come wit' it now

The microphone explodes, shattering the mold

Either drop the hits like de la O or get the fuck off the commode

Wit' the sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop

Drop and don't copy, yo, or call this a co-op

Terror rains drenchin' quenchin' the thirst of the power dons

That five sided Fist-a-gon

That rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger

The trigger's cold, empty your purse

Rally 'round the family

With a pocket full of shells

They rally 'round the family

With a pocket full of shells

They rally 'round the family

With a pocket full of shells

They rally 'round the family

With a pocket full of shells

Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes

Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal

I walk the corner to the rubble that used to be a library

Line up to the mind cemetery now

What we don't know keeps the contracts alive and movin'

They don't gotta burn the books, they just remove 'em

While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells

Rally 'round the family, pockets full of shells

Rally 'round the family

With a pocket full of shells

They rally 'round the family

With a pocket full of shells

They rally 'round the family

With a pocket full of shells

They rally 'round the family

With a pocket full of shells

Bulls on parade

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Come wit' it now

Come wit' it now

Bulls on parade

Bulls on parade

Bulls on parade

Bulls on parade

Bulls on parade