Wyldfyer - White Republican lyrics

[Intro] (vocal samples from the film "A Clockwork Orange") [Verse] I k** a white Republican stealing my rights in publishing Fire on a judge for getting me fired up again Shoot up your house, come back two months from now And light it up again while you try to run from it I put the truth in my song, but I cuss in it If you think I should be censored because of it... You on your knees to a corrupt government Dumb it up then you can s** a dick, you can stomach it f** a b**h with a bad body and dump her One that's on the cover of a copy of Hustler You're somebody 'til your body gets punctured A grave digger piling bodies on top of each other We match whips, we mahjong clothes I'll hit you upside your oblong dome You'll be underwater with Long John's bones In a locker quick, like Davey Jones Sleep you with a hockey stick, like Casey Jones Pop hits, that's the radio It's all happy days, it's all a patch of daisies I'm all Patrick Swayze, Ghost! The body stays, shadows take the soul I try to yell, the words can't escape my throat I grab towards my girl to bring her close My arms pa** through her like they're made of smoke I fell from the Moon to Earth Through the clouds, to the ground, through the dirt And in darkness I take the hand of Lucifer He takes of the hand of God, and yeah, that's the Universe If it's "k** or be k**ed," do the first Same applies to dimes, keep in mind, even Mother Goose'll burn I feel like a white Republican; Ron Paul On call, in it for the long haul I want a shot caller on a blonde doll This rap game gon' put me on... I put that on y'all