for these bitches No more pain Feel me nigga? Feel me? How you figure you can fuck with me? Fully automatic type shit No more pain Coward ass niggaz, cowards
us Mosh pits outside the oval office Someone's tryina tell us something, Maybe this is god just sayin' we're responsible For this monster, this coward
went wood No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood and said, "Heck, country western
at the top of your danger list Just for being so much like you are! You're a coward against the altitude- You're a coward against the flesh- Coward-caught
, American raised, American made My country shitted on me She wants to get rid of me 'Cause the things I seen 'Cause the things I seen My country shitted
party goin', don't stop New shoes, thrifty Bill Cosby sweater Drinkin' out the keg no greek frat letters Bumpin' skinny pimp, Petty and Eddy Vetter Aint no Eddy Bower, no scary cowards
counterfeit g's think that they can leave me powerless please dont make me twin tower dis scene i tell MCs carry on sendin you'll see dere aint a coward
on us Mosh pits outside the oval office Someone?s tryin' to tell us somethin' Maybe this is God, just sayin' we're responsible For this monster, this coward
) Yall are gaddaffis people over there ( yall idiots aint shit) Yall are gaddaffis people over there ( yall idiots aint shit) We run this (country)
perjury 'Cause your son comes with thunda now That's why they wonder why we headline when I'm underground In this mainstream game my gang brings pain, to cowards
, get your fishing gear, they'll flip you, yeah They'll twista you, yeah, they'll let you know the Dips is here Get it clear This is monster music This is country
hair The daisies on the hillside Watch the sun goin' down Hopin' that time turns around Hopin' that time turns around Police at the pawnshop Vampires at the mall Country
Now feel this, if you's a player you can keep it Houston we so throwed, I'm the best kept secret This game funny, but I'm just looking for the money Constantly riding dubs dropping tops when it's sunny They say we country
cause his record went wood No, respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood And said, "Heck, country
a serious problem. Latino America is a huge colony of countries whose presidents are cowards in the face of economic imperialism. You see, third world countries
Oh the cowards came by morning and attacked without a warning Leaving flames and death and chaos in our streets In the middle of this fiery hell brave