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Bulls On Parade come wit it now this microphone explodes shatterin the molds etiher drop the hits like de la O or get the fuck off the commode with that sure shot sure ta make the bodies drop drop and don't copy yo don't call this a co-opt terror reigns drenching quenchin the thirst of power dons that five sided fist-a-gon tha rotten sore on the facde of mother gets bigger the trigger's cold empty ya purse rally round the family with a pocket full of shells they rally round the family with a pocket full of shells Weapons not home not food not shoes not need just feed tha war canibal animal I walk corner to the rubble that used to be a library line up to the mind's cemitary now what we don't know keeps the contract's alive and movin they don't gotta burn the boooks they just remove while arms wharehouses fill as quick as the cell rally round the family with a pocket full of shells they rally round the family with a pocket full of shells come wit it now BULLS ON PARADE
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