Testi:
Evil Empire

When I was a boy, I believed in stupid things Like money, success, and the love that Jesus brings But as I grew older, My thoughts became bolder They

My ass, it's the part of the body where they stick it in Because you're crass, you mother fucker And that's the name of the game you're in Manifest destiny

At first it was for the good of the nation, this new form of re-education Enemies chosen, people divided subsisting off of what's provided Give me rhetoric

Your badge don't say shit about whats wrong or right Your only job is to protect the white We will not go down without a fight Your bodies will pile

This microphone explodes, shattering the molds Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha Fuck off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha

His spit is worth more then her work Pass the purse to the puglist He's a prizefighter He brought rings and he owns kin And now he's swinging And now

Satelittes And Mirrors And A Man Without A Home A Horse And A Rider And A Clever Cunning Killer Silent In Error And Vocal In Spotlight Lying Always Sucking

fuck it turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene Flex tha cerebellum, fire, uh! Somebody gotta shell 'em These evil

Agin' This Bolo Tight On This Solo Flight Can't Fight Alone Funk Tha Track My Verbs Fly Like Tha Family Stone Tha Pen Devils Set That Stage For Tha War