don't love her fuck you. Beloved by all from Tikrit to Beijing, If the world were a school we'd be homecoming king. Worshiped by France and by North Vietnam, Afghanistan thinks we're the bomb
production and reduction Of weapons of mass destruction Happened already Even the Cuban missile crisis Had pictures of bombs throughout the island To sway bias And now we hide behind bombs
can't touch us Killer We release hideous rapist, let them savagely rage pain on earth, We promote abortion clinic bombings, fuck you and you birth, Bush
be a better way We won't see the end If we party till our colors blend 'cause the Bush's and Bin Laden's are friends Never drop a bomb again All right
, they goin in the car WooWooWooWooWoo Keys they goin in the trunk WooWooWooWooWoo Fiends they don't give a uh And Flex couldn't save you, even if he dropped a bomb
shoot the dog So, Cherie my dear Could you leave the way clear for sex tonight? Tell him "Tony Tony Tony, I know that you are horny But there's somethin' 'bout that Bush
[Verse 1: Nasty Boi] Smokin' on that Cali Kush, my boy sells it by the bush I'm packin' heat with the .45 magnum in my belt Shawty lookin' so fine, wish
him And no he ain't gonna drop no dollas, but he do drop bombs R.I.P. Tay 'cause he died in the storm, fuck president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush See us
2: MURS] Look; I'm not your average rapper talkin shit about the government Its not that I'm lovin it; it's where I live They tried to bomb the place
facts ''cause the United States sponsored the rise of the 3rd Reich Just like the CIA trained terrorists to the fight Build bombs and sneak box cutters
Baby, let's have a baby Before Bush do somethin' crazy Baby, let's have a baby Before Bush do some, somethin' crazy I don't want the world to blow Before
a lot more, so tsunami to happen, Flashback, same place flying to Manhattan, Of them urban signs since the time that happened, Osama bin laden, Saddam and Iraq, And the bombs
I'll give you permission Now they attacked New York city 'cause they thought they could win Said they would stand and fight until the very bloody end Mr. Bush
busta You're wearin' your bullet proof vest, so what's next? I got my nine fitted up with Teflon And don't let me hit the wet bomb So watcha wanna do
Jeb said he'd deliver Florida, folks and boy did he ever and we hold these truths to be self evident: #1 George W. Bush is not president #2 America
cocks with the blocks, on the street or the goat With the forty, the glocks, the Phillie and the smoke Just like George Bush, is the type to drop bombs
knows I got style to make men hostile I shall continue then you still lost while Challenging in physical combat Show me the ringleader and the Wiz'll go bomb
the Rambo machete, using tactics that's deadly Draft me, I swear to God, we ready for the Taliban Drop the bomb, and huddle with some nuclear laws, come