this isn't a joke, these lyrics explicit -- comin' fast from Chicag'we like blink and you'll miss it; sure go tell the law you're a clown on a stage, say "i'm here for the money and not for the rage" say "it's a character honey, at the end of the day" and "if they did those killshots it's them who should pay"
(this isn't a joke i ain't out here to play, this isn't a mask this my real fuckin' face)
just make up a name and collect up some pay, all so you (we, i) can legally say:
kill (kill)
your (your)
own (own)
bosses (bosses)
(what you think i am talking about, if nawt but a video game?)
i said "toadies! listen in!"; i said "all you creeps and cowards, who never fucking risk, who never fucking own up to the shit your daddies did; all you moneyed bastards and you gentle nine to fives, all you pansy pacifists just here for the ride --"
i said "get thee hence up on that ladder, lads, you followers and clowns; we are sending you back to the people who cracked your young skulls out from under your crowns,"
and tho your mamas lament and your landlords hike rent, we here so they also know: "we are sending them back, the children you wrecked, good luck reaping what you had sewn!"
yeah we sending you back, grown ass folks who now lack the foundation for paisan backbone. we are sending you back to the office, you are strapping those bombs to your chest; because while you were here in our province, ye groked nothing but good and respect. you saw nawt but our hard work in toil, you met none but the beautiful braves, and every heart burdened by evil you witnessed escorted swiftly to graves.
yes we're sending you back to your shitass abusers, i am serious this ain't a joke. for reasons beleaguered by ruling class demons let's just say a character spoke:
when i said
kill (kill)
your (your)
own (own)
bosses (bosses)
