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 rock away

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 cuz 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’ mollies? And their lack of asses

Pack a back-a-woods sarin black as ashes

New styles futile back to rappin’

They own their earth with their gas and fracking

And they’re laughin’ at us, Galafinakas

The deeper you dig, the more dirt you’ll 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