BEARDED LEGEND - DOOMSDAY (PROD. LAMM)

Описание: BEARDED LEGEND - DOOMSDAY (PROD. LAMM)

LYRICS:

Let ‘em loose,
Like a missile that be ripping off the roof,
Fuck a truce,
Let the evil show the people to their doom,
Introduced to the faces of a war at your door,
Making more fucking weapons than they ever had before,
Where the bodies go?
Dump ‘em in the ditches by the truckload,
Ask the about the numbers, they gon’ tell you “who the fuck knows,”
Wave a fucking flag just to use as an excuse,
Nothing new, start a war,
Better gather all the troops,
They produce only hatred and destruction, never homes,
Got no food for the needy, better leave ‘em skin and bones,
“Just as long as I got enough money for myself,
Got my wealth, fuck your health,
Get a job and that’ll help y’all…”

Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Sad motherfuckers, sad motherfuckers, sad,
Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Doesn’t matter what you need,
Never touching what I have

Round ‘em up,
Drag them motherfuckers to the city’s center,
Know the people fucking mad ‘cause we could be doing better,
In the end,
Making sure they never do this shit again,
Everybody’s fucking singing while they’re swinging in the wind,
String ‘em up,
We don’t give a fuck,
‘Cause we had enough,
People spitting on their bodies after what they did to us,
Through the years,
Took advantage of our blood, sweat, and tears,
Now the people came together,
No more living in the fear

Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Sad motherfuckers, sad motherfuckers, sad,
Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Doesn’t matter what we need,
Never touching what you have


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BEARDED LEGEND LINKS:

Let ‘em loose,
Like a missile that be ripping off the roof,
Fuck a truce,
Let the evil show the people to their doom,
Introduced to the faces of a war at your door,
Making more fucking weapons than they ever had before,
Where the bodies go?
Dump ‘em in the ditches by the truckload,
Ask the about the numbers, they gon’ tell you “who the fuck knows,”
Wave a fucking flag just to use as an excuse,
Nothing new, start a war,
Better gather all the troops,
They produce only hatred and destruction, never homes,
Got no food for the needy, better leave ‘em skin and bones,
“Just as long as I got enough money for myself,
Got my wealth, fuck your health,
Get a job and that’ll help y’all…”

Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Sad motherfuckers, sad motherfuckers, sad,
Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Doesn’t matter what you need,
Never touching what I have

Round ‘em up,
Drag them motherfuckers to the city’s center,
Know the people fucking mad ‘cause we could be doing better,
In the end,
Making sure they never do this shit again,
Everybody’s fucking singing while they’re swinging in the wind,
String ‘em up,
We don’t give a fuck,
‘Cause we had enough,
People spitting on their bodies after what they did to us,
Through the years,
Took advantage of our blood, sweat, and tears,
Now the people came together,
No more living in the fear

Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Sad motherfuckers, sad motherfuckers, sad,
Y’all bad motherfuckers, bad motherfuckers, bad,
Doesn’t matter what we need,
Never touching what you have