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アーティスト：Ill Bill 

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Super-civil arrest blast your teflon vest bastards Hyde distress terrorists, the methodists of death bitch Incorrect politicly linguisticly I'm lethal Yo check my history it ain't no mystery to people The Governer of Brit will have your mother sucking dick Fuckin rubbin on her clit until she's bludgeoned by a brick Yo to hell with secret-service men my burners stay disturbing them They turned into my servants when my urchins said to murder them All anarchists are lovin it while stubborn Feds are buggin it Your governments discorvered cut to pieces in my coven kid I'll tarnish you with carnage now your seargant's paying homage Got Bin Laden and Saddam wrapped in bondage in the garbage My knife's out, so stand back the White house is ran sacked Despite how the Anthrax choked life out your grand papps Torture is imense torture crawlin out your vents The gore Hyde that invents put dents in your defense I'm like Malcom when he came back from Mecca--not a racist But when they come to kill me at my speech I'll shoot 'em in they faces I lived a life of aggrevation, contemped in laceration So I'm exempt from assassination attempts Attack you like airborne pilots, beat you like General Cornwallace You cornballs are minimal adjust your eyelids private Ending your squadron, run up on you like Benjamin Martin With the Inidan Axe peelin your skin back for startin I'll start a revolution with this rugged rhyme But fuck your Source cover I want my face on the cover of Time You Benedict Arnold's will be smokin crack like bridges We're burning bridges So you can't cross 'em cause our militia's vicious The 13 colonies bring it to you, get on the horse We'll be ripping your chest while they're stitching your flesh like Betsy Ross Images of onslaught cadavers and bleeding I'd give a shout out to the soldiers that fought so I could have freedom After war, on the return trip, burning my psyche Extractin the passion from the paws of Christ it's pricey Nuclear frost California first to break off Space cowboys 30 cc's ready for take off Lieutenants tank holdin my rank we climb sky ports Islamic amputees disguised as cyborgs I was born to die the first martyr Torn from a place with burnt



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