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2009-07-22

Motherfucker

When do I get paid for all the money you made Selling souls on Capitol Hill Another law's been pa*sed designed to break your a*s And keep the middle cla*s quiet and still You talk a lot about justice and then go and bust us Except for a chosen few I've got a God-given right to smoke whatever I like The monkey looks back at his foot in the trap So tell me how it got given to you...Motherf**kers And it's the boogie man coming for you He sells you a spade to dig out your own grave And you can cover yourself when you're through I'm gonna spell it so there ain't no doubt I never just "say no" so take your slogans and go 'Cause I'm the one with the other I'm a bad motherf**ker And my bullet's gonna find you out On power trips and slaving ships Four billion people all strung out of their minds Not seeing that they're blind One day I'll be in front of you One day I'll be in front of you Put up your hands, give me all your money Don't think, don't blink, 'cause I can't rely on you I sold myself, and I'll sell you with me Don't blink, don't think, that I can rely on you That they're selling to the prison cells Mothers and fathers, it's your sons and daughters Why so afraid of the flesh you've made And the lies that the preachers tell Well I was born to run on the light of the sun And the smell of the woman's wrist And the power of the silent truth I'm out of things to say, so here's a raw display Four billion people all strung out of their minds Not seeing that they're blind On power trips and slaving ships One day I'll be in front of you One day I'll be in front of you Don't think, don't blink, 'cause I can't rely on you I sold myself, and I'll sell you with me Put up your hands, give me all your money Don't blink, don't think, that I can rely on you (guitar solo) Put up your hands, give me all your money Don't think, don't blink, 'cause I can't rely on you I sold myself, and I'll sell you with me Don't blink, don't think, that I can rely on you Don't think, don't blink, 'cause I can't rely on you Put up your hands, give me all your money I sold myself, and I'll sell you with me Don't blink, don't think, that I can rely on you Put up your hands...Put up your hands...Put up your hands... Submitted by Michael Hack

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