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prezidential candidates – cold war (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: prez]
f-ck the money and politics,the people more important than all of it
these kids is gettin’ involved with it, too early
but it’s too late to change their ways
we need to step in, we must add on to their days
we ain’t subtractin’ the number, before eternal slumber
these kids see their parents shootin’ up and it’s no wonder
daddy never there, momma never care
twenty degrees and the kid ain’t got no coat to wear
school systems is a joke, these budget cuts is f-ckin’ up
and we ain’t got no hope, this sh-t is all f-ckin’ corrupt
the police full of power-trippin’ bully egomaniacs
who the f-ck gave ’em they badges? they need to take ’em back
this a cold motherf-ckin’ war, subzero
i see familiar names in black and whites, tuxedo
obituaries is scary, these lists is gettin’ longer
these pages fillin’ up pages, maybe the font is smaller
if it ain’t clear to ya, the gangs are the criteria
but they can’t be completely blamed for all this hysteria
police get stories backwards, like dyslexia
so don’t expect me to be textin’ ya
‘cuz i’m sittin’ in this jail cell perplexed
got my hand pressed, against this gl-ss window
speakin’ to my kinfolk
and i ain’t never touched a kilo, to obtain any inflow
but i puff on that loud, chillin’ with some bimbos
i pop drugs like it’s allowed
like i’m singin’ to some disco on a f-ckin’ cloud
this a cold f-ckin’ war, you better b-tton up
and stay strapped or get lit up like a oven does

[outro: prez]
you know it’s p-to-the-r-e-z motherf-cker (prez)
it’s a cold motherf-ckin’ war, you better stay strapped (uh-huh)
and you better know what you fightin’ for if you gonna go into these streets
and try to battle somebody (uh-huh)

sing that sh-t b-tch (haha)
haha, and then l!ck my nuts after (l!ck ’em)
ahaha (f-ckin’ b-tch)

aye, i’m freezin’ cold motherf-cker (brrr)
and f-ck the police
and f-ck the school systems
and f-ck the cities (f-ck you)
an f-ck the mayors and the government (f-ck you)
f-ck all y’all rich motherf-ckers (f-ck you)
y’all never struglled (nope)
ha, you don’t have to worry about puttin; food on the motherf-ckin’ table
you have to worry about, if you gonna cheat on your wife and release the video or not (sick motherf-ckers)
ahem, john edwards, motherf-cker (p-ssy)
and f-ck all you motherf-ckers
corrupt–ss motherfckin’ president’s a f-ckin’ fake (f-ck obama)
you ain’t gonna raise taxes, then you f-ckin’ raise ’em two years in office (f-ck bush, f-ck clinton)
aye, we need a real president who ain’t gonna do that sh-t (yeah)
it’s a cold war
better b-tton up

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