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public enemy - son of a bush lyrics

uh! backwards!

c’mon! c’mon! c’mon! (c’mon!)

oh no, struck by greased lightning
f’ed by the same last name, you know what?
china ain’t never givin back that god d-mned plane
must got this whole nation trained on some kennel ration
refrain, the same train, full of cocaine, blows the brain
have you forgotten? i’ve been through the first term of rotten
the father, the son and the holy bush-sh-t we all in
don’t look at me, i ain’t callin for no -ssasination
i’m just sayin, sayin
who voted for that -ssh0l- of your nation?
deja bush, crushed by the headrush, when i wrote the bumrush
saw you salute to the then vice prez
who did what ray-gun said
and then became prez himself, went for delf
knee deep in his d-mned self
stuck in a three headed bucket, a trilateral bush-sh-t
sorry ain’t no better way of puttin it
no you cannot freestyle this
cause you still ain’t free
if i fight for y’all then they get me
how many o y’all is comin to get me?
none! cause it’s easier to forget me
ain’t that a bush, son of a bush is here all up in yo zone
you ain’t never heard so much soul to the bone
i told y’all when the first bush was tappin my telephone
spy vs. spy, can’t truss em, as you salute to the illuminati
y’know what? take yo -ss to your one millionth party!

he’s the son of a baaaaaad man
the son of a bad…
he’s the son of a baaaaaad man
son of a bad……….

now here’s the pitch
hiding inside certified genocide
ain’t that a bush, repeat ain’t that a bush?
out of nowhere headed to the hot house
k!lled 135 at the last count
texas bounce! texas bounce! (c’mon)
cats in a cage got a ghost of a chance
of comin back from your whack–ss k!llin machine
son of a bush, ain’t that a son of a bush
cats doin bids for the same bush-sh-t that you did (the father)
serial k!ller kid, uhh! serial k!ller kid
go on!

he’s the son of a baaaaaad man
the son of a bad…
he’s the son of a baaaaaad man
son of a bad………

the father, the son…
the father, the son…
(go on, better go on)
the father, the son, and the holy bush-sh-t
the father…
the father…

c0ke is the real thing
used to make you swing
used to be yo thing
daddy had you under his wing
uhh, son of a bush
bringin kilos to fill up silos
you probably sniffed piles
got inmates in texas scrubbin tiles
that sh-t is wild
that sh-t is wild cia child
that sh-t is wild cia child……

he’s the son of a baaaaaad man
the son of a bad…
he’s the son of a baaaaaad man
son of a bad……

son of a bad, man

- public enemy lyrics

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