Fucking like bunnies Breeding like rats We're shitting out the babies and I'm telling you that that's Mad against the better judgement in this human history
One of us will be betrayed it's not enough for you to say "i'm sorry" or lie about it all yer a meglo-nymph & yer mating call is money & religion, segregation
Power abuse, authority misuse They kill and rape, and it won't be on the news But yer the good one With a badge and a gun Braggin' how you blasted Gunshot
Chained to the cubicle Glued to the TV screen Can't change your plastic self With your broken hands with listerine I'll fuck the world today I'll
"i'd rather be dead" & I know i'm lazy and apathetic sometimes that is all that I do & i'll never find it, the rainbow connection the leftover crizack
The Sovereign Insincerity The monopoly of greed Nickleback, POD, Rancid, Britany and Creed The Bureaucrats they leech upon to mediocre trends Your
now yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out? with the cobra we drank and the shit we were talkin' in the tenderloin gutter we were crack
but the racist, sexist homophobes and piggies gotta pay but right now you got to get out of your fucking seat and jam down to the faggot rythm's of that crack
Stamping out the acient cultures to spread a new disease sailing on a dollar sign across the seven seas the banner is white, blue ; red the locust'
Hey see you know what I, I know what I dont You promise you promise and I know you won't The problems and pressures we face everyday Are sometimes
If there was a God, Im sure he would be hated. For making bugs, in this hell he has created. Get on a coat, put on a hat, I am infested It happens just
(mama, i'm scared. Dont be scared, its just the devil doin his work)
I'm being hunted by paleface in blue These cracker spooks are haunting you too With municipal shovels they're digging our graves Under threat of reprisal
re gonna fuck shit up untill we get our fill when we see the crooked law, we're gonna KILL KILL KILL we're the good, the bad & the leftover crack so
The crushing pressure weighing down upon my weary back The tedious routines of day to day poise to attack The poisonous pollution and the pointlessness
outta motherfuckin' lo-cash that crackrocksteady beat drums on so raise your motherfuckin' pipes in the air for the good, the bad & the leftover crack
your bottles to the fuckin' drug song Smoking dust is happiness, to you it might seem crazy, I am waking from the coma and my everything is hazy You're smokin' crack
The I.M.F, The N.S.A puppets are planted by the CIA the new world order of a new decay it all goes to shit as the ignorant pray and bullets and bombs
