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Yo, I woke your man up
Broke your band up
Im the last act playin at the dope-a-rama
Smoke and mirrors, coke and hammers
Little kids get raped
Here to okla-bama[?]
Cure for cancer, cure for aids
You know they got that shit locked away
Theyâll give it to you, man, just not today
Pharmaceutical companies say you got to pay
So pull your pants up, do the rock away
Donât think about how it operates
Behind the scenes, behind the curtains
Catholic priest, anal sex with virgins
Who owns the government gets the permit
Godâs online with a texting sermon
For Rex[?] and Herman and the Czechs and Germans
These are just diversions from the Texas earnings
Every time they make a bomb you know theyâre getting paid (Bang bang!)
Let me sell you fear cuz' moneyâs made when youâre afraid
News cast flash with a mass of fascists
Smash glass bass[?] pass Damascus
Conquest bomb test cats distracted
By the wildinâ mollies[?] and their lack of asses
Pack a back-a-woods sarin black as ashes
New styles futile back to rappinâ
They own their earth with their gas and frackin'
And theyâre laughinâ at us, Galafinakas
The deeper you dig, the more dirt youâll find
Thatâs why I donât use a shovel here most of the time
Donât pull your thang out unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Syria
- Álbum:
- Why Am I So Happy
- Unplugged: One Longfellow Square
- The Peter Sparker Mixtape
- Dankonia
- The Audacity!
- Preposterously Dank
- Miscellaneous
- We Hate Money (Single)
- Happy Medium (Deluxe Edition)
- Peter Sparker (Deluxe Edition)
- The Audacity! (Deluxe Edition)
- Preposterously Dank (Remastered)
- The Peter Sparker Sampler - EP
- We Smoked It All
- We Smoked It All 2
- We Hate Money (Edited Version)
- Pop Song
- Pop Song (Single)
- Happy Medium
- Promo Only: Mainstream Radio, April 2010