The microphone explodes, shattering the molds Etither drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-opt Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons That five sided fist-a-gon That rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets bigger The triggers cold, empty ya purse!
They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells (x4)
Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library line up to the mind cemetery now What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an movin' They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells
They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells! (x4)