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geto boys – fuck a war lyrics


-phone rings-

[h-llo, could i speak with, bushwick bill?]
h-llo, this is bushwick, motherf-cking bill
[yes sir, i’m calling to inform you that you have been drafted
the united states military]
the unites states wants me for what? hahahaha
[excuse me sir]
hahaha, yeah yeah yeah, hey what’s up?
[you need to contact your nearest recruiting office immeadiatly
i see your not hip to what’s happenin’
i don’t give a f-ck about you and all that bullsh-t you stressin’
f-ck a war
to explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this:

(bushwick bill)

motherf-ck a war, that’s how i feel
sendin’ a n-gg- to the desert to get killed
cause two suckas can’t agree on something
a thousand motherf-ckers died for nothing
you can’t pay me to join an army camp
or any other motherf-ckin’ military branch
of this united goddman states of this b-tch america
be a soldier, what for?
they puttin’ n-gg-s on the front line
but when it comes to gettin’ ahead, they put us way behind
i ain’t gettin’ my leg shot off
while bush old -ss on t.v. playin’ golf
but when you come to my house with that draft sh-t
i’m a shoot your funky -ss b-tch
a n-gg-‘ll die for a brawl
but i ain’t fightin’ behind no godd-mn oil
against motherf-ckas i don’t know
yo bush! i ain’t your d-mn hoe
the enemy is right here g, them foreigners never did sh-t me
all of those wasted lives
and only one or two get recognized
but what good is a medal when your dead? tell uncle sam i said

chorus x2 (willie d)

i ain’t goin’ to war for a sh-t talkin’ president
[f-ck f-ck f-ck a war]

(bushwick bill)

in vietnam a lot of n-gg-s died young
p.o.w.’s got hung
what the f-ck do i know about a grenade
all i know is the cops and my 12 gauge
and what if that pin gets stuck?
several more casualties show up
this sh-t remind me of a drive-by
more motherf-ckers die by accident than on purpose, why?
cause they don’t know what they doin’
they see the coast is clear and they start persuin’
and that’s when that b–by trap springs, boom!
blow a motherf-cker to smithereens
they send a sucker to your folks, lookin’ stupid
tellin’ them you died in the line of duty
or your -ss is missing in action bro
tryin’ to be a d-mn hero
they bring your folks that duffle bag
the only sh-t they wanna see is that doggy tag
hopin’ that the worryin’ will cease
and your -ss will be home in one d-mn piece
but my mom ain’t gotta worry about that there
cause i ain’t dyin’ in the middle of nowhere
another statistic, a body in a drawer
man! mother f-ck a war!

chorus x2

ya’ll lucky that i ain’t the president
cause i’ll push the f-ckin’ b-tton and get it over wit
f-ck all that waitin’ and procrastinatin’
and all that godd-mn negotiatin’
flyin’ back and fourth overseas
and havin’ lunch and brunch with the motherf-ckin’ enemy
i’ll aim one missle at iraq
and blow that little piece off sh-t off the map
yeah, i wouldn’t give a f-ck who it ices
cause i’m tired of payin’ these high -ss gas prices
only the rich benefit, it’ll be a cold day in h-ll before i enlist
to eat sh-t out a can like a worm
and everyday wear the same f-ckin’ uniform
sores breakin’ on my funky -ss feet
skin crawlin’ cause i ain’t took baths in weeks
not knowin’ if i’m comin’ home or not
and if i do, i’ll probably be sh-ll shocked
i couldn’t get a job just a free burial
you know how uncle sam treat it’s veterans
absolutely no respect
get a plate in your head, lose a leg, you might get a check
or a gadd-mn star, you can have that sh-t
mother f-ck a war!