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Us Bombs Destroy The Nation

corporate crunch It ain't dumb luck, that you're getting fucked It's up to you, it's up to you! Come on, we gotta move Destroy the nation, burn it down

my trade It's just the planet is designed by the colored man Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (way of us) That's the way the devil

drop bombs on selected nations We've got a big one in current production We'll teach those slime buckets about reproduction Making the bombs, Making the bombs Dropping the bombs

all others admire To be like us is their desire Never get angry always stay calm Yet do as much damage as a nuclear bomb Do or say anything we may We destroy

what?, unimportant paranoia stricken caught squeakin' Stickin' these normally peaceful people they clock tickin' Situations we escape, police station interrogation I stay a caucasoid mutation and destroy the nation

Now what sound of my dj cuts Terminator?s back on some ol? fools track Takes a nation of sellouts to keep us back Flippin disco raps used to be whack

ever, nope, sever all that... [P.O.S.:] Just a hair too abrasive for a nation on soft Dirty when the style ain't Bringing that bomb squad density when

corporate crunch It ain't dumb luck, that you're getting fucked It's up to you, it's up to you! Come on, we gotta move Destroy the nation, burn it down

you kept us caged in Destroyed our culture and said that you civilized us Raped our women and when we were born you despised us Gentrified us agent provocateurs