Bulls on Parade

Yeah, yeah Come wit' it now This microphone explodes, shattering the mold Either drop the 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-op Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' the thirst of the power dons That five-sided Fistagon That rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger The trigger's cold, empty your purse Rally 'round the family (with a pocket full of shells) We rally 'round the family (with a 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) 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 cemetery now What we don't know keeps the contracts alive and movin' They don't gotta burn the books, they just remove 'em While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells Rally 'round the family, pockets full of shells Rally 'round the family (with a pocket full of shells) Rally 'round the family (with a pocket full of shells) We rally 'round the family (with a pocket full of shells) Rally 'round the family (with a pocket full of shells), uh But bulls on parade Come wit' it now Come wit' it now But bulls on parade But bulls on parade But bulls on parade But bulls on parade But bulls on parade