its a mother fucking shame - that all this blame
had to lead to war we'll never be the same
its in our home town - on our own ground
so now - i gotta fight and go down
with those rounds - i wasnt drafted by choice -
i was handed a gun they done banned my voice -
with plans to destroy every man and boy -
so sad now my family stands im deployed
to answer the calling of an army i hate -
this army was made its an army of rage -
so alarming that day - i was laying a track
i almost had it done - i was playin it back
than my mother ran in sayin, its time ta pack -
i was like "what?" - she said they attacked -
then in a state of shock - i lost my mentals
tha second i realized they dropped a missle,
it was tha war of tha worlds a whole other fight -
that no man predicted it was going just right
till that lonesome night was tha host to lights -
that blew up tha white house like i hold tha mic -
i wont let go - keep my head in tha game
i never wanted to fight - but tha nights wont change
till we change em ourselves - this world is war like
and by the day were more hated than more liked -
china and britain both striking and hittin -
why russia stands back just laughin and grinnin -
austrailias in tha mix - there fighting with sticks
while austria calls germany for advice and tips -
there against us fully - we cant do nothin
cause WORLD WAR 3 will SIMPLY BE the PUSH of tha BUTTON
