TomB - Weapon k**ah lyrics

[Chorus] f** the police, f**, f** (repeat x4) fu*k THE POLICE!!! [Intro: Tomb] Go on, go on, scream, scream! I'm very sick and tired of your business, I hate that movie, f** you n***a, shut your mouth n***a, f** you! [Interlude 1: Tomb] This recording was created using SpokenText, the online text to speech, to learn more about SpokenText visit www.spokentext.net [Verse 1: Tomb] They spin the web, that drinks their blood That doesn't stop, when they think it's done They live alone, swollen, with fear and pride Looks at our entire life like we only here to die Too afraid to fight hard for their own cause If they have a slight thought, that's not like yours The fear of loss, begins to run so strong They can't see themselves, ever trying to win applause Thinks the government, really give a f** about 'em And corporations, ain't s**ing the air up out 'em Finish college and never extend their knowledge Learned the only way to judge a man, is by his wallet What kind of work he do, what kind of car he drive Conforms to struggling, as just being a part of life In more debt to society, than they care to believe Thinks their pairs of jeans, is the american dream [Chorus] [Verse 2: Stalker] Always talking, but ain't saying sh** Every man a hater, every girl a b**h Got no paper, but they balling hard Work for a n***a but they call the shots Ain't worried bout G-M-Os or, IQ's Just 4G, THC, and Channel 2 Paparazzi, Tabloids and TMZ Living vicariously through their TVs Stubborn minded and misinformed Like starting fire in a vicious storm Hear some realness like this on And quick to pick a different song Soaking up lies of the make believe From the rivers of the mainstream Formulating facts without research Like planting expensive seeds in cheap dirt Naive and deceived by they teachers Media, politicians, and preachers Look at celebrities like their leaders Placing themselves underneath 'em [Chorus] [Verse 3: Nitemare] One, two, Freddy's coming for you Three, four, better lock your door Five, six, grab your crucifix Seven, eight, gonna stay up late Nine, ten, never sleep again Not that scary because I am a Middle Schooler Freddy will come and get you at night getting faller Close your eyes and erase everything that is in your mind Then think where you wanna be and Freddy's in your dream to find Freddy looking like a b**h here is something even scarier Written some book selling time for a old school choir Burning church made funeral but I ain't no fire Making a mind slept over the (??) and shower Daughter's gonna stab you with the masonry trowel [Chorus]