Bài hát 20,000 Gun Salute Báo Lỗi

* Beavis and Butthead sample *


[Butthead] Whoa! Uh-heheh-heheh, uh-heheh


That kicked ASS!


[Beavis] Yeah yeah heh yeah


That was fly




* DJ Pam the Funkstress starts cuttin up "That was fly" *





Chorus: Boots (repeat 2X)





20,000 gun salute, get rowdy like you got a substitute


This slug's for Newt - shut your mouth, don't pollute


Army of down motherfuckers, shit we tryin to recruit!





[Boots]


See now we're talkin systematic, mack mechanics, decomposin


Chosen, representatives, from the ho's been known to act wit


pimp theatrics, a tactic necessary


In fact they wanna have us buyin from the commissary


This commentary's for my folks under involuntary servitude


Cause bosses don't be servin you your monetary


Pervin you like rum'n'dairy pulsin through your capillaries


Some inherit green, the rest just get our folks to bury


I'm abolitionary, wishin the judiciary


say this year for merry merry, free the penitentiary!


Peoples gon' rumble as long as stomachs grumble


and crack pipes tumble over asphault that's crumbled


Hundreds come in bundles and, hop is mixed with funnels


Cause babies wit shoes too small gon' stumble


This composition is sedition, opposition to the rulin class


Wishin they could detonate us hooked to the ignition


Keep my slacks creased to punch the clock for the beast


As my rent don't cease, his pockets get obese


Can't have inner peace without havin a piece


When the stepped on step up, we let the dragon release





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[Boots]


Disaster! The filthy rich bastards wanna milk yo' ass


faster, ask fuh, no salvation comin from the damn pastor


Old ladies play canasta, under roofs of cracker plaster


Little kids dive in the trash for discarded Dutchmasters


Dead potnahs on mural walls


Homeless kids takin baths up in gas station urinals


Shit the system can't cure it all


If everybody had a job then stock value's sure to fall


Hundred million neck slashes, so these facists


can make sho' that they check cashes, let's get massive


Wage struggle as direct classes, on just how we gonna


overthrow they bitch asses, give whiplashes


from the force as we make it tight, and ignite


the flames of takin over daily life, make it a right


to have food, threads and homestead


and Pac Bell won't ever cut your phone dead -- we own it!


But these business that love payin minimum wage


ain't gon' let you take they shit unless you showin the gauge


And if you do it by yourself they gon' put you in a cage


If you in a rage, please meet me on the same page, with a





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