Bulls On Parade

Come with it now! (x2)

The microphone explodes shatterin the molds
either drop the hits like de la O or get the fuck off
the commode with that sure shot sure ta make
the bodies drop drop and don't copy yo don't call
this a co-op terror reigns drenching quenchin
the thirst of the power dons that five sided fist-a-gon
tha rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets
bigger the trigger's cold empty ya purse

Rally round the family
with a pocket full of shells (x4)

Weapons not food not clothes not shoes not need
just feed tha war cannibal animal I walk the corner to
the rubble that used to be a library line up to the
mind's cemetary now what we don't know keeps
the contract's alive and movin they don't gotta
burn the books they just remove while arms
warehouses fill as quick as the cells
rally round the family
pocket full of shells

Rally round the family
with a pocket full of shells (x4)

Bulls on parade
Uh

Come with it now! (x2)

BULLS ON PARADE (x5)