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Come wit it now! Come wit it now! The microphone explodes, shatterin' the molds Either drop tha hits like de la o or get tha fuck off tha commode With tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop, Drop an dont copy yo, dont call this a co-opt Terror rains drenchin, quenchin tha thirst of tha power dons, that five sided fist-a-gon, That rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets bigger, tha triggers cold, empty ya purse Rally round the family with a pocket a shells They rally round tha family, with a pocket full a shells They rally round tha family, with a pocket full a shells They rally round tha family, with a pocket full a shells Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes, not need, just feed tha war canibal animal I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library, line up to tha mind cemetery now What we dont know keeps tha contracts alive and movin They dont gotta burn tha books they just remove em While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells Rally round tha family, pockets full a shells Rally round tha family, with a pocket full a shells They rally round the family, with a pocket full a shells They rally round the family, with a pocket full a shells They rally round the family, with a pocket full a shells Bulls on parade, uh Come wit it now Come wit it now Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade |
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