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tyson james - rittenhouse lyrics

[intro]
we the jury find the defendant, kyle h. rittenhouse not guilty
as to the fourth count of the information, anthony huber
we the jury find the defendant kyle h. ritenhouse not guilty
as to the fifth count of the information, gaige grosskreutz
we the jury find the defendant kyle h. rittenhouse not guilty

[verse 1]
not guilty (not guilty)
do you feel bad for rosenbaum? not really (not really)
the mob threatened kyle’s life, he got busy (pow pow pow)
it was in self+dеfense, man, y’all silly (what?)
y’all just wanna burn the city, but it’s not guilty
sholdn’t pop off, mеss around and get knocked off
man, y’all should’ve just walked off wit’ your knots off in the sod off
we got big sticks, y’all nitwits, ring the 380, you will get lit
i’m a christian with logistics, y’all are misfits with the lipstick, man
okay, and i just came to paint the picture
your brains are on the pavement ’cause you ain’t the victor
what is this about? you should’ve been quicker
you gon’ listen now? too late

[chorus]
y’all about to make me pull a rittenhouse (pull a rittenhouse)
bring a muzzle, pull up at a politician’s house (politician’s house)
come and take it the 2a and make you listen now (make you listen now)
and y’all just tryna sentence to the prison house, this a mission
y’all about to make me pull a rittenhouse (pull a rittenhouse)
bring a muzzle, pull up at a politician’s house (politician’s house)
come and take it the 2a and make you listen now (make you listen now)
and y’all just tryna sentence to the prison house, this a mission
y’all about to make me pull a rittenhouse (pull a rittenhouse)
[verse 2]
listen, we don’t wanna do it (uh+uh)
forcin’ us to move and you’re forcin’ us to do it (don’t do it)
you’re forcin’ us to organize and that is how i view it
trust me, you are gon’ be mortified if we decide to lose it
okay, got the camo wit’ the ammo, call me rambo
this gang, got the red dye for the headshot, better get off my lane
y’all don’t want the smoke and y’all don’t really want the penny
y’all is nothin’ but a joke, it’s nothin’ you can really gang
okay, don’t step foot up on my land
if you don’t know, i’m ’bout to tell you, there’s a line up in the sand
so what is this about, huh? and please don’t force my hand
you gon’ listen now? too late

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