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Bulls on Parade Bulls on parade The microphone explodes, shattering the molds Ya either drop tha hits like de la o Or get the fuck off the commode With tha sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop Drop and dont copy yo, dont call this a co-op Terror reigns drenchin, quenchin tha thirst of the power dons That five sided fist a gon That rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger Tha triggers cold empty ya purse Rally round tha family With a pocket full of shells Weapons not foods not home not shoes not need Just feed tha war cannibal animal I Walk tha corner to the rubble That used to be a library Line up to tha mind cemetary now What we dont know keeps the contract alive and moving They dont gotta burn tha books they just remove em While arms warehouses fill as quik as the cells Rally round tha family Pocket full of shells Rally round tha family With a pocket full of shells Bulls on parade
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