Bulls On Parade Lyrics

Come with it now! (x2)

The microphone explodes
Shatterin the molds
Either 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 the power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger
The trigger’s cold
Empty ya purse

Rally round the family
With a pocket full of shells (x4)

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 ‘em
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 (x4)

Bulls on parade
Uh

Come with it now! (x2)

Bulls on parade! (x5)