too much anger i know there's no one you trust you have so much anger i don't care that everything keeps crashing down for every low a companion high
hand with the military Casting its blessings upon the writhing bodies of the battlefield. Each stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God
steel curtains Denver Bronco fan, glock squirtin' Brick city, steerin' wheel hurtin' Prepare y'all fast cars for lane mergin' Hasta manana, y'all crash
up son, let me show these niggas how a crooker act Straight up down right disrespectful Load the clip, bust lead to your head like Buck, Steele, and Tek
[Hook: x2] Yeah, we gon crash the party Niggas don't know? You better ask somebody If I ain't on the list, you should add me probably Shit ain't no joke
) Doc bradshaw, behind ball plant and steel curtains Denver Bronco fan, glock squirtin Brick city, stering wheel hurtin Prepare y'all fast car for lane mergin Hasta manana, y'all crash
goes to all move-fakers and bullshitters Gets caught in the Breeze, steppin to these Yard ? slitters Buck fifty wit the razor blade, buck down when the
I'm crashin [car crashing] But half of y'all cats just catchin up to Rae' last year Got guns in the jungle, call 'em Jurassic The chrome, the steel, the
up steel and stone, Hate can bury flesh and bone, Turn backyards into battle zones, But no American ever has to stand alone. No American ever has to
alive in the land of pride I pledge allegiance to the flag of America United we stand America United we stand America United we stand America United we stand America
Casting its blessings upon the writhing bodies of the battlefield. Each stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb
Hold up son, let me show these niggas how a crooker act Straight up down right disrespectful Load the clip, bust lead to your head like Buck, Steele,
I'm crashin [car crashing] But half of y'all cats just catchin up to Rae' last year Got guns in the jungle, call 'em Jurassic The chrome, the steel,
with the military Casting its blessings upon the writhing bodies of the battlefield. Each stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's
this goes to all move-fakers and bullshitters Gets caught in the Breeze, steppin to these Yard ? slitters Buck fifty wit the razor blade, buck down when
Roof) Doc bradshaw, behind ball plant and steel curtains Denver Bronco fan, glock squirtin Brick city, stering wheel hurtin Prepare y'all fast car for lane mergin Hasta manana, y'all crash
