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I eat politicians for breakfast, 'til 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, it's 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 dialogue, 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 Skinheads and Black Hebrews, punk rockers and Hip-Hoppers Street pharmacists, drug dealers, witch doctors Rappers wearing 100,000 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 or know what's next? I leave an ATF truck burning with the passengers in it Hit it with anti-aircraft missiles when Bill's spit it No apologies, asking what's wrong with truth Tell me what's 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 Skinheads and Black Hebrews, punk rockers and Hip-Hoppers Street pharmacists, drug dealers, witch doctors Rappers wearing 100,000 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 or know what's next? I seen spoiled kids murder their parents with shotguns And the poor kids from the hood selling their 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 ought to 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 With scumbag ways of running shit Skinheads and Black Hebrews, punk rockers and Hip-Hoppers Street pharmacists, drug dealers, witch doctors Rappers wearing 100,000 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 or know what's next? Skinheads and Black Hebrews, punk rockers and Hip-Hoppers Street pharmacists, drug dealers, witch doctors Rappers wearing 100,000 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 or know what's next?
Writer(s): William Braunstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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