*phone rings*
[Hello, could I speak with, Bushwick Bill?]
Hello, this is Bushwick, motherf**ing Bill
[Yes sir, I'm calling to inform you that you have been drafted
Into
The United States military]
The Unites States wants me for what? Hahahaha
[Excuse me sir]
Hahaha
[Bushwick?]
Hahaha, yeah yeah yeah, hey what's up?
[You need to contact your nearest recruiting office immeadiatly
Please]
I see your not hip to what's happenin'
I don't give a f** about you and all that bullsh** you stressin'
f** a war
To explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this:
(Bushwick Bill)
Motherf** a war, that's how I feel
Sendin' a n***a to the desert to get k**ed
Cause two s**as can't agree on something
A thousand motherf**ers dying for nothing
You can't pay me to join an army camp
Or any other motherf**in' military branch
Of this United goddman States of this b**h America
Be a soldier, what for?
They puttin' n***as on the front line
But when it comes to gettin' ahead, they put us way behind
I ain't gettin' my leg shot off
While Bush old a** on t.v. playin' golf
But when you come to my house with that draft sh**
I'mma shoot your funky a** b**h
A n***a'll die for a broil
But I ain't fightin' behind no gaddamn oil
Against motherf**as I don't know
Yo Bush! I ain't your damn ho
The enemy is right here g, them foreigners never did sh** me
All of those wasted lives
And only one or two get recognized
But what good is a medal when your dead? tell Uncle Sam I said
Chorus x2 (Willie D)
I ain't goin' to war for a sh** talkin' president
[f** f** f** a war]
(Bushwick Bill)
In Vietnam a lot of n***as died young
P.O.W.'s got hung
What the f** do I know about a grenade
All I know is the (????) in my 12 gauge
And what if that pin gets stuck?
Several more casualties show up
This sh** remind me of a drive-by
More motherf**ers die by accident than on purpose, why?
Cause they don't know what they doin'
They see if the coast is clear and they start persuin'
And that's when that b**by trap springs, BOOM!
Blow a motherf**er to smithereens
They send a s**er to your folks, lookin' stupid
Tellin' them you died in the line of duty
Or your a** is missing in action bro
Tryin' to be a damn hero
They bring your folks that duffle bag
The only sh** they wanna see is that doggy tag
Hopin' that the worryin' will cease
And your a** will be home in one damn piece
But my mom ain't gotta worry about that there
Cause I ain't dyin' in the middle of nowhere
Another statistic, a body in a drawer
Man! mother f** a war!
Chorus x2
You're lucky that I ain't the president
Cause I'll push the f**in' bu*ton and get it over wit
f** all that waitin' and procrastinatin'
And all that goddamn negotiatin'
Flyin' back and fourth overseas
And havin' lunch and brunch with the motherf**in' enemy
I'll aim one missle at Iraq
And blow that little piece of sh** off the map
Yeah, I wouldn't give a f** who dies
Cause I'm tired of payin' these high a** gas prices
Only the rich benefit, it'll be a cold day in hell before I enlist
To eat sh** out a can like a worm
And everyday wear the same f**ing uniform
Sores breakin' on my funky a** feet
Skin crawlin' cause I ain't took baths in weeks
Not knowin' if I'm comin' home or not
And if I do, I'll probably be shell shocked
I couldn't get a job just a free burial
You know how Uncle Sam treat it's veterans
Absolutely no respect
Get a plate in your head, lose a leg, you might get a check
Or a gaddamn star, you can have that sh**
Mother f** a war!
(chorus)x2