Grand Ol Party Crash (feat. Jello Biafra as The Dubya)
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I wake up to a caffeine cigarette vaccine
Then bathe in water I wouldn't drink before gasoline
Feel like a loser 'coz I'm not in Fallujah
Paintin' a Land Cruiser with an Iraqi then taking his ruger
No M-16 to give me a callus
Inhuman super malice for GOP uber alles
Baby suicide bombers hurdle suitcases in a nursery
I'm in a deli eatin' tuna tasting the mercury
Then try to wash it down with a two dollar bottle of water
Get on the train and think of terrorists with box cutters
Gun concealer 'coz I see a realer reality
And what I breathe through my nasal cavities is killing my batteries
Bombs in metropolis out all eye sockets esophagus
Melted out some Shiite group will get their props for this look
I need petrol for my Mercedes
But I'm not trying to kneel or bow for Emperor Chaney
(No)
Maybe I'm crazy but I will not just follow the herd
Unless of course it's en route to lynch Mike Bloomberg
Being pimped by a gas pump and all its Saudi members
Are like fuck you with New York's two middle fingers
If the opposite of pro is a con then look beyond this
The opposite of congress must be progress
What if the second coming's aborted and put in the dirt?
I still don't know what to wear with this orange alert
American flags fly, morale's high
A unit of 20 or so repelling from Apaches in the sky
Into a village of killers, Little Jimmy from Jackson
Mississippi just graduated and seeing action
M-16 locked, loaded and spitting properly
Whoever's in that line of line of fire, chest full of democracy
Turn the corner, team leader, neck up to the nose gone blown off
This is not PS2's SOCOM, Jimmy stays so calm
Shoots count nothin' riddled in his back
Answers come flying out of his stomach
Face down then it's face up in a bed almost dead
Eyes slowly open I.V. bag and no legs
A couple sandwiches, some bloody bandages
In a room full of amputee G.I amateurs
He gets the word that his unit didn't make it
Got a free ticket home and flatlined before he got to take it
Cops tape the scene up, gunner downs 9
They're chasin' away kids playin' hop-scotch in his chalk outline
Two F-16's screech an iridescent sky
Look down, we're not in Iraq we're in NY
Rats in the streets, we move underground like earthworms
Two coasts couldn't abort Satan in his first term
The army in the subway walkin' with toolies
I'm on the train with the back of the dollar bill still talkin' to me
Drive with my left, I know what's right, my weapon hand
Like the map of DC streets still shows a pentagram
License on the car window when I pass through
You've seen the news, no joke New York pig department will blast you
My Weatherman party is invite only soldier
'Coz with one wave of King G Dub's scepter, it's over
The right to assemble puts the bureau's team on you
Look into my file and nod to this while Jello screams on you
Then bathe in water I wouldn't drink before gasoline
Feel like a loser 'coz I'm not in Fallujah
Paintin' a Land Cruiser with an Iraqi then taking his ruger
No M-16 to give me a callus
Inhuman super malice for GOP uber alles
Baby suicide bombers hurdle suitcases in a nursery
I'm in a deli eatin' tuna tasting the mercury
Then try to wash it down with a two dollar bottle of water
Get on the train and think of terrorists with box cutters
Gun concealer 'coz I see a realer reality
And what I breathe through my nasal cavities is killing my batteries
Bombs in metropolis out all eye sockets esophagus
Melted out some Shiite group will get their props for this look
I need petrol for my Mercedes
But I'm not trying to kneel or bow for Emperor Chaney
(No)
Maybe I'm crazy but I will not just follow the herd
Unless of course it's en route to lynch Mike Bloomberg
Being pimped by a gas pump and all its Saudi members
Are like fuck you with New York's two middle fingers
If the opposite of pro is a con then look beyond this
The opposite of congress must be progress
What if the second coming's aborted and put in the dirt?
I still don't know what to wear with this orange alert
American flags fly, morale's high
A unit of 20 or so repelling from Apaches in the sky
Into a village of killers, Little Jimmy from Jackson
Mississippi just graduated and seeing action
M-16 locked, loaded and spitting properly
Whoever's in that line of line of fire, chest full of democracy
Turn the corner, team leader, neck up to the nose gone blown off
This is not PS2's SOCOM, Jimmy stays so calm
Shoots count nothin' riddled in his back
Answers come flying out of his stomach
Face down then it's face up in a bed almost dead
Eyes slowly open I.V. bag and no legs
A couple sandwiches, some bloody bandages
In a room full of amputee G.I amateurs
He gets the word that his unit didn't make it
Got a free ticket home and flatlined before he got to take it
Cops tape the scene up, gunner downs 9
They're chasin' away kids playin' hop-scotch in his chalk outline
Two F-16's screech an iridescent sky
Look down, we're not in Iraq we're in NY
Rats in the streets, we move underground like earthworms
Two coasts couldn't abort Satan in his first term
The army in the subway walkin' with toolies
I'm on the train with the back of the dollar bill still talkin' to me
Drive with my left, I know what's right, my weapon hand
Like the map of DC streets still shows a pentagram
License on the car window when I pass through
You've seen the news, no joke New York pig department will blast you
My Weatherman party is invite only soldier
'Coz with one wave of King G Dub's scepter, it's over
The right to assemble puts the bureau's team on you
Look into my file and nod to this while Jello screams on you
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:46.04] I wake up to a caffeine cigarette vaccine
[00:48.82] Then bathe in water I wouldn't drink before gasoline
[00:51.83] Feel like a loser 'coz I'm not in Fallujah
[00:54.15] Paintin' a Land Cruiser with an Iraqi then taking his ruger
[00:57.55] No M-16 to give me a callus
[01:00.17] Inhuman super malice for GOP uber alles
[01:03.15] Baby suicide bombers hurdle suitcases in a nursery
[01:06.14] I'm in a deli eatin' tuna tasting the mercury
[01:08.66] Then try to wash it down with a two dollar bottle of water
[01:12.06] Get on the train and think of terrorists with box cutters
[01:14.66] Gun concealer 'coz I see a realer reality
[01:17.21] And what I breathe through my nasal cavities is killing my batteries
[01:20.21] Bombs in metropolis out all eye sockets esophagus
[01:22.96] Melted out some Shiite group will get their props for this look
[01:26.36] I need petrol for my Mercedes
[01:28.52] But I'm not trying to kneel or bow for Emperor Chaney
[01:31.15] (No)
[01:31.78] Maybe I'm crazy but I will not just follow the herd
[01:34.33] Unless of course it's en route to lynch Mike Bloomberg
[01:37.54] Being pimped by a gas pump and all its Saudi members
[01:40.07] Are like fuck you with New York's two middle fingers
[01:43.08] If the opposite of pro is a con then look beyond this
[01:45.84] The opposite of congress must be progress
[01:48.64] What if the second coming's aborted and put in the dirt?
[01:51.65] I still don't know what to wear with this orange alert
[02:08.87] American flags fly, morale's high
[02:10.78] A unit of 20 or so repelling from Apaches in the sky
[02:14.42] Into a village of killers, Little Jimmy from Jackson
[02:17.24] Mississippi just graduated and seeing action
[02:20.42] M-16 locked, loaded and spitting properly
[02:22.94] Whoever's in that line of line of fire, chest full of democracy
[02:25.97] Turn the corner, team leader, neck up to the nose gone blown off
[02:29.36] This is not PS2's SOCOM, Jimmy stays so calm
[02:32.96] Shoots count nothin' riddled in his back
[02:35.32] Answers come flying out of his stomach
[02:37.47] Face down then it's face up in a bed almost dead
[02:40.23] Eyes slowly open I.V. bag and no legs
[02:43.46] A couple sandwiches, some bloody bandages
[02:46.01] In a room full of amputee G.I amateurs
[02:48.98] He gets the word that his unit didn't make it
[02:51.36] Got a free ticket home and flatlined before he got to take it
[03:09.08] Cops tape the scene up, gunner downs 9
[03:10.87] They're chasin' away kids playin' hop-scotch in his chalk outline
[03:14.85] Two F-16's screech an iridescent sky
[03:17.45] Look down, we're not in Iraq we're in NY
[03:20.23] Rats in the streets, we move underground like earthworms
[03:23.01] Two coasts couldn't abort Satan in his first term
[03:26.24] The army in the subway walkin' with toolies
[03:28.53] I'm on the train with the back of the dollar bill still talkin' to me
[03:31.96] Drive with my left, I know what's right, my weapon hand
[03:34.33] Like the map of DC streets still shows a pentagram
[03:37.53] License on the car window when I pass through
[03:39.86] You've seen the news, no joke New York pig department will blast you
[03:43.28] My Weatherman party is invite only soldier
[03:45.84] 'Coz with one wave of King G Dub's scepter, it's over
[03:48.62] The right to assemble puts the bureau's team on you
[03:51.36] Look into my file and nod to this while Jello screams on you
[04:31.28]
[00:48.82] Then bathe in water I wouldn't drink before gasoline
[00:51.83] Feel like a loser 'coz I'm not in Fallujah
[00:54.15] Paintin' a Land Cruiser with an Iraqi then taking his ruger
[00:57.55] No M-16 to give me a callus
[01:00.17] Inhuman super malice for GOP uber alles
[01:03.15] Baby suicide bombers hurdle suitcases in a nursery
[01:06.14] I'm in a deli eatin' tuna tasting the mercury
[01:08.66] Then try to wash it down with a two dollar bottle of water
[01:12.06] Get on the train and think of terrorists with box cutters
[01:14.66] Gun concealer 'coz I see a realer reality
[01:17.21] And what I breathe through my nasal cavities is killing my batteries
[01:20.21] Bombs in metropolis out all eye sockets esophagus
[01:22.96] Melted out some Shiite group will get their props for this look
[01:26.36] I need petrol for my Mercedes
[01:28.52] But I'm not trying to kneel or bow for Emperor Chaney
[01:31.15] (No)
[01:31.78] Maybe I'm crazy but I will not just follow the herd
[01:34.33] Unless of course it's en route to lynch Mike Bloomberg
[01:37.54] Being pimped by a gas pump and all its Saudi members
[01:40.07] Are like fuck you with New York's two middle fingers
[01:43.08] If the opposite of pro is a con then look beyond this
[01:45.84] The opposite of congress must be progress
[01:48.64] What if the second coming's aborted and put in the dirt?
[01:51.65] I still don't know what to wear with this orange alert
[02:08.87] American flags fly, morale's high
[02:10.78] A unit of 20 or so repelling from Apaches in the sky
[02:14.42] Into a village of killers, Little Jimmy from Jackson
[02:17.24] Mississippi just graduated and seeing action
[02:20.42] M-16 locked, loaded and spitting properly
[02:22.94] Whoever's in that line of line of fire, chest full of democracy
[02:25.97] Turn the corner, team leader, neck up to the nose gone blown off
[02:29.36] This is not PS2's SOCOM, Jimmy stays so calm
[02:32.96] Shoots count nothin' riddled in his back
[02:35.32] Answers come flying out of his stomach
[02:37.47] Face down then it's face up in a bed almost dead
[02:40.23] Eyes slowly open I.V. bag and no legs
[02:43.46] A couple sandwiches, some bloody bandages
[02:46.01] In a room full of amputee G.I amateurs
[02:48.98] He gets the word that his unit didn't make it
[02:51.36] Got a free ticket home and flatlined before he got to take it
[03:09.08] Cops tape the scene up, gunner downs 9
[03:10.87] They're chasin' away kids playin' hop-scotch in his chalk outline
[03:14.85] Two F-16's screech an iridescent sky
[03:17.45] Look down, we're not in Iraq we're in NY
[03:20.23] Rats in the streets, we move underground like earthworms
[03:23.01] Two coasts couldn't abort Satan in his first term
[03:26.24] The army in the subway walkin' with toolies
[03:28.53] I'm on the train with the back of the dollar bill still talkin' to me
[03:31.96] Drive with my left, I know what's right, my weapon hand
[03:34.33] Like the map of DC streets still shows a pentagram
[03:37.53] License on the car window when I pass through
[03:39.86] You've seen the news, no joke New York pig department will blast you
[03:43.28] My Weatherman party is invite only soldier
[03:45.84] 'Coz with one wave of King G Dub's scepter, it's over
[03:48.62] The right to assemble puts the bureau's team on you
[03:51.36] Look into my file and nod to this while Jello screams on you
[04:31.28]