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Edited on Fri Oct-29-04 06:21 AM by jdjkkse
Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us, Mosh pits outside the oval office Someone's trying to tell us something, maybe this is God just saying we're responsible for this monster, this coward, that we have empowered "...This is Bin Laden, look at his head nodding, How could we allow something like this, Without pumping our fist Now this is our, final hour Let me be the voice, and your strength, and your choice Let me simplify the rhyme, just to amplify the noise Try to amplify the times it, and multiply it by six Teen million people are equal of this high pitch Maybe we can reach Al Quaida through my speech Let the President answer on high anarchy Strap him with AK-47, let him go Fight his own war, let him impress daddy that way No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our soil No more psychological warfare to trick us to think that we ain't loyal If we don't serve our own country we're patronizing a hero Look in his eyes, it's all lies, the stars and stripes They've been swiped, washed out and wiped, And Replaced with his own face, mosh now or die If I get sniped tonight you'll know why, because I told you to fight>"
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