Asshole Parade - Six Shooter lyrics

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Asshole Parade - Six Shooter lyrics

[Verse 1: Cise Star] No, no, he's so sleazy, falling for the take-back Middle cla** angst, couldn't hold his daddy's Volvo Threw a damn fit like a kid, lay heart attack Called his momma “b**h” and he threw down a lawyer tab Yeah, he a promised one. Dualies on his Ford truck No fear, bumper-sticker product of suburbia Daddy voted for Bush. His son ain't going to the war f** that. Watch bombs k** the other little ones Less unfortunate tricked into armed service Asked why they're dying, they don't even know the truth d**h do us part. The richer and the poorer Opportunity knocks and missed on the other One gets tax breaks. The other gets smothered One gets tax breaks. The other gets smothered So f** a band of brothers. It's youth dreams of gutters How you gonna use that college money if you dead, cousin? [Hook: Cise Star] (x2) So look at these cowboys ready to pull six shooters But when it's time to shoot, they get another one to do it Playboy, cowboys, playboy, cowboys Playboy, cowboys, playboy, cowboys [Verse 2: Akin Yai] Now I got a lot on my mind (On my mind), so clear my head and make room This cla** of '99 love balloon goons Straight from the heart, y'all. Join marine, let off Them kids got they brain washed off Rise while they excavate to find remains of The dead enslaved in graves. I guess I made it No blue, no red, or white. I'm great and native I knew them stars and stripes were bright but faded The man without a hat (Hat) trying to dance safe With no two-step, link, snap, clap, emancipate You, homie. Homie. ‘Cause I'm warning ya This M. Night team guerilla k**ers in Columbia So pardon me for not spitting the same old (Same old) I'll die like a man before I spit like Sambo Knowing Jesús is k**ing us. Them liquor stores too Newport shorts in box, cops, and Pirus Bloods Banging Little Rock. Remember that sh**? Aaron James had that baby Glock and he flashed it We was only fourteen (Only fourteen) on some juv sh** But me, Omar Epps, quiet, kept produce spit [Hook: Cise Star] (x2) So look at these cowboys ready to pull six shooters But when it's time to shoot, they get another one to do it Playboy, cowboys, playboy, cowboys Playboy, cowboys, playboy, cowboys