Bulls on a Parade

The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
 Etither drop tha hits like de la O or get tha [bad word] off tha commode
 Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop
 Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-opt
 Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons
 That five sided fist-a-gon
 That rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets bigger
 The triggers cold, empty ya purse!

 They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells
 They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells
 They 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 homes, not shoes
 Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
 I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library line
 up to the mind cemetery now
 What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an movin'
 They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em
 While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells
 They rally round the family! With pockets full of shells!

 They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells!
 They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells!
 They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells!
 They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells!

 Bulls on parade!
 Bulls on parade!
 Bulls on parade!
 Bulls on parade!
 Bulls on parade