the hoes are my opponent I gun you bitches down and now yo' niggas run and want it But I'm packin' something fo' you hoes in America Demon's in my body
think about my little nephew My young nigga, Joe Roc, and all of the little niggaz Walkin' the bloody trail, followin' the footsteps of this hell We call America
even turn my stomach to see the pictures of atrocities anymore. Going numb in the new order of the new century. And Alachua still sleeps tonight, And America
and all other undesirables. History said we died for freedom but today no justice was served. And America still sleeps tonight And America still sleeps tonight And America
watch you. Disconnect and self destruct one bullet at a time What's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die Medicated, drama queen, picture perfect, numb
That's my boy American son Hope I'm not around when he gets the idea to buy a gun There's our boy America's gone Hope we're not to blame when he gets
Your thumb So on your knees You bum Just tell yourself It's yum And suck it 'till You're numb Journalism's Kinda scary And of it We should be wary Wonder
't shit to Slick Rick Though you pretend to be glory I'm number one, that's the end of the story The black Clark Gable leave you numb Every single one
With their necks choking tight in their collars dead white Liquor and food till they spin and explode In a shower of crap in America?s lap A police stands numb
small in the supermarket queue People seem to laugh at my choice of food My personality is held together with Sellotape A loose fit just like a numb junkies
These couches are like butter to their little bullets So relax before you sit down near the outlet on the wall This is the one-shot America Let the signs
It will hit the shore Siren blasting out the storm warning so Line up extra dumb You should be extra careful But I know you're not that numb She
.B.B.Y. Makin' a hobby Smoke the honey dip got my throat groggy You doo-doo brain dirtbag derelict dumbfuck What the fuck is wrong with you dickhead? Numb
shouted I opened my eyes, I was onstage standing right next to the candidate Across the hall I saw banners with his name and mine My mouth was still numb
huddled masses yearning to breathe free We closed so many doors and banned the prayers on many scenes America, what happened to the promise and the dream There's a numbness
Oh no, here we go again. Miles gone, times are changing, and my life turned upside down. You would think they would know. I'm not coming back, they said