dictator That's living in your basement? Can you stage a coup to take that idiot out? Can you organize your senses As if they were an army And march
(Chapter 3 - Reborn Through Death) Marching corpse to rise, I must fulfill my new destiny, crawlwalking = from my suicide. As I penetrate the exit of
Marching corpse to rise, I must fulfill my new destiny, crawlwalking from my suicide. As I penetrate the exit of my home, my mother had a nervous breakdown
On his target through a crowded market no interference The microphone left on the scene without a serial Evidence consistent with organic material Surprisingly, as we marched
Buck buck fuck where my thugs at? Where the fuck my thugs at? Are you ready for war? Got to be ready for war Forward march, pull out your weapon Aim
holes! march on skin army soldiers! march on to hills of ripe mold! march on across the xeroxed horizon! march on murderous little world! march on murderous
so faded fake fur that you surely are Your much more blue than angel say goodbye to style and pride As you show your heart with a naughty little organ
biddomb Regardless what I spit on, you worse with the tracks I shit on Once you get on, it's fair you can't trust Words and Punch, make rappers march
And good in the field Many brave men have fallen Their brothers to join In the hunt for the dangerous Pork tenderloin Well the years they marched onward
the world peace, now you know what you must do Leaders who crush human rights They know what they're doing is wrong Armies of organized death squads They march
in control to waste these jokers in this pathetic game He would choke the sleaze pig He would shepherd the sheep off the cliff He would crush all organs
bound to lose You fascists are bound to lose You're bound to lose, you fascists Are bound to lose People of every color marching side by side Marching
in and put this music on Came in and took me by the arm And as they had me marching through the parking lot And as they were marching through the parking
jury, thugged out, with blind fury They want us all under the jail, end of the story Brave and heartless, we can have a million marches But when you black
lose: Yes sir, all of you fascists bound to lose: You're bound to lose! You fascists: Bound to lose! People of every color Marching side to side Marching
in bars and danced on the tables hotels trains and ships that sail we sim with sharks and fly with aeroplanes in the air send in the trumpets the marching
theme I recite my composition concerning the King My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer (Selah) My God when you came out before your people Marched
storm comes the calm Hope you can take the heat like LeBron, Ahh, ha hahahaha ha I'm the best now, anybody where's the money? shit invest now Soccer mom needs to organize