Bombs Over Syria
Yo, I woke your man up, broke your band up
I'm the last act playin' at the dope-a rama
Smoke and mirrors, coke and hammers
Little kids get raped here to Okla bama
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
You know they got that shit locked away
They’ll give it to you, man, just not today
Pharmaceutical companies say you got to pay
So pull your pants up, do the rockaway
Don’t think about how it operates
Behind the scenes, behind the curtains
Catholic priest, anal sex with virgins
Who owns the government gets the permit
God’s online with a texting sermon
For Rex and Herman and the Czechs and Germans
These are just diversions from
The Texas earnings
Every time they make a bomb
You know they’re getting paid (Bang bang)
Let me sell you fear 'cause
Money’s made when you’re afraid
News cast flash with a mass of fascists
Smash glass bass pass Damascus
Conquest bomb test cats distracted
By the wildin’ Mileys and their lack of asses
Pack a Backwoods sarin black as ashes
New styles futile back to rappin’
They own the earth with
Their gas and frackin'
And they’re laughin’ at us, Galifianakis
The deeper you dig, the more dirt you find
That’s why I don’t use a shovel
Here most of the time
Don’t pull your thang out unless
You plan to bang bombs over Syria