I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America And to the Republic for which it stands One nation under God Indivisible... It feels so
boy you think your Tom Sawyer, til I pull you out the f-cking story book and stomp on ya, f-cking fictitional characters and fariytales, prepare yourself for Captain America
beligerant silence We got all we need Turning out of a tin can Thinking about the ?? Of the social hurt Listen to the noise On the battery tape deck
just playing along You and I, so many good people all Just playing along I'm going to go to a bar, where is the jukebox is on Going to shut out the noise
The Sharp and open Leave me alone And sleeping less every night As the days become heavier and weighted Waiting In the cold light A noise A scream tears
your eyes up Look to the sky The Lord is coming Coming to America Can you feel the fire? Can you see the wind? It's blowing through Coming to America
Prostitute, I hate you Put down the oreo crackers And quit doing the sex This is for you hey girl if it werent for you everyday after school i ghot
american boys! hey!american boys let's try do understand, please!don't be zero, we can must under go, because!nick,joe,kevin jonas are our hero! hey! american
this old gold cross And this Crimson Tide t-shirt throw ya It's cicadas making noise With the Southern voice Jesus is my friend, America is my home
belligerent silence We got all we need turning out of a tin can Thinking about the remand of a social hurt Listening to noise on the battery tape deck
ya) That the war ain't over (Over) You can roll (You can roll) You can get rolled over My nigga we the frontline warriors Whoever wanna bring the noise
Overnight, I had to do more than hold the mike Had to control the fight Had to make sure my dough was right Had to make sure my boys was tight Noise
Don't wanna hear the noises on TV, Don't want the salesmen coming after me, Don't wanna live in my father's house no more. Don't want it faster, I dont
...Yeaaaaaaaahhhhh Lil Jon and the mother fuckin Eastside Boyz...oook Pastor Troy...Yeah we represent for everybody. All the real niggas in America (where
ya, boy you think your Tom Sawyer, Til I pull you out the fucking story book and stomp on ya, Fucking fictitional characters and fariytales, Prepare yourself for Captain America
qucksand, that's quicksand, that ain't mud Have you thrown your senses to the war, or did you lose them in the flood?" That pure American brother,
ringin' with the serious tone Ah clock this y'all, we're on the microphone Ah MC's, ya like the way we swing (Ya like the way we swing) 'Cause America
other liquors that Don pop more And Venus told Mercury she a hot ho Me, I'm just thinkin' bout what's next for Ghost The Enterprise worth billions, delay America
