Bulls On Parade

come wit it now

this microphone explodes shatterin the molds
etiher drop the hits like de la O or get the fuck off
the commode with that sure shot sure ta make
the bodies drop drop and don’t copy yo don’t call
this a co-opt terror reigns drenching quenchin
the thirst of power dons that five sided fist-a-gon
tha rotten sore on the facde of mother gets
bigger the trigger’s cold empty ya purse

rally round the family
with a pocket full of shells
they rally round the family
with a pocket full of shells

Weapons not home not food not shoes not need
just feed tha war canibal animal I walk corner to
the rubble that used to be a library line up to the
mind’s cemitary now what we don’t know keeps
the contract’s alive and movin they don’t gotta
burn the boooks they just remove while arms
wharehouses fill as quick as the cell

rally round the family
with a pocket full of shells
they rally round the family
with a pocket full of shells

come wit it now

BULLS ON PARADE