Bulls on Parade
Come wit it now!Come wit it now!
The microphone explodes, shattering the moldsEtither drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha commodeWit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies dropDrop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-optTerror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power donsThat five sided fist-a-gonThat rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets biggerThe triggers cold, empty ya purse!
They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shellsThey rally round the family! With a pocket full of shellsThey rally round the family! With a pocket full of shellsThey rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoesNot need, just feed the war cannibal animalI walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library lineup to the mind cemetery nowWhat we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an movin'They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'emWhile arms warehouses fill as quick as the cellsThey rally round the family! With pockets 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!They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells!
Bulls on parade!Bulls on parade!Bulls on parade!Bulls on parade!Bulls on parade!