come wit it now



this microphone explodes shatterin the molds

etiher drop the hits like de la O or get the fuck off

the commode with that sure shot sure ta make

the bodies drop drop and don't copy yo don't call

this a co-op terror reigns drenching quenchin

the thirst of power dons that five sided fist-a-gon

tha rotten sore on the facde of mother gets

bigger the trigger's cold empty ya purse



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 clothes not shoes not need

just feed tha war cannibal animal I walk the corner to

the rubble that used to be a library line up to the

mind's cemetary now what we don't know keeps

the contract's alive and movin they don't gotta

burn the books they just remove while arms

warehouses fill as quick as the cells

rally round the family

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



come wit it now



BULLS ON PARADE