The microphone explodes, shattering the molds Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get the fuck off the commode With the sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop Drop and don't copy yo, don't call this a co-opt Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' the thirst of the power drones That five sided fist-a-gon The rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets bigger Tha triggers cold empty your 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 the corner to the rubble that used to be a library Line up to the mind cemetary, now What we don't know keeps the contracts alive an movin' They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells Rally round tha family, pocket full of shells
Rally round the family With a pocket full of shells
They rally round the family With a pocket full of shells [X3]
Bulls on parade
Come with it now Come with it now
Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade