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Old 09-03-2008, 10:08 AM   #371
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Configure, sign away your life, but i forged the signature
riddler spittin rapture/
captured at night, bible passages and war songs i recite,
rifle and bayonet, kept clean, for the war scene/
creates fiends, my eyes bloodshot, from sounds of gunshots
profound, shells weighin 12 pounds, in come the hounds/
searchin through the live and dead, clothes soaked red,
shoot the hound through the head/
middle of no mans land, with pistol in hand, here comes the enemy clan
take out the picture of my fam/
two sounds blam blam, two men down, no more rounds, wheres back up
troops stack up to my left and right/
machine guns fire at every sight, made it home that night
Soldiers reunite to protect the temples from thieves in the night
marching in straight lines, unloading lethal lines watch them die on sight
ride on bikes, fly in choppers, two identities like Peter Parker
Bruce wayne, and Louis clark, in the park making the blade sharper
Sit in the sun, my shades darker, cripple emcee's
Hand them wheelchairs, and walkers
Tag my names on the slain with spraypaint, and markers
i'm not an alien but i'll hit you with flying saucers
max Payne the game, until tracks change
Hit fitted hats, brains decorate the frame
let's get these roger the rabbit emcee's out the game
lucky without charms, nightriding with their moms
Your'e enot Don, donkey kick you with the strength of King kong
Dream on, Hollywood murder marathon
Flare gun in arms, solution for the weapon flasher know gone
A story never told that happened in Saigon
Feds want the Gods bombed, i'll die armed
Captain America's not strong
When chickens come home to roost, the truth shall march on
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