Geto Boys - ***** A War Lyrics
*phone rings*[hello, could I speak with, bushwick bill? ]Hello, this is bushwick, mother*****ing bill[yes sir, Im calling to inform you that you have been draftedIntoThe united states military]The unites states wants me for what? hahahaha[excuse me sir]Hahaha[bushwick? ]Hahaha, yeah yeah yeah, hey whats up?[you need to contact your nearest recruiting office immeadiatlyPlease]I see your not hip to whats happeninI dont give a ***** about you and all that bullshit you stressin***** a warTo explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this:(bushwick bill)Mother***** a war, thats how I feelSendin a nigga to a dentist to get killedCause two suckas cant agree on somethingA thousand mother*****ers died for nothingYou cant pay me to join an army campOr any other mother*****in military branchOf this united goddman states of this ***** americaBe a soldier, what for?They puttin niggas on the front lineBut when it comes to gettin ahead, they put us way behindI aint gettin my leg shot offWhile bush old ass on t.v. playin golfBut when you come to my house with that draft shitIma shoot your funky ass *****A niggall die for a broilBut I aint fightin behind no gaddamn oilAgainst mother*****as I dont knowYo bush! I aint your damn hoeThe enemy is right here g, them foreigners never did shit meAll of those wasted livesAnd only one or two get recognizedBut what good is a medal when your dead? tell uncle sam I saidChorus x2 (willie d)I aint goin to war for a shit talkin president[***** ***** ***** a war](bushwick bill)In vietnam a lot of niggas died youngP.o.w.s got hungWhat the ***** do I know about a grenadeAll I know is the (? ? ? ? ) in my 12 gaugeAnd what if that pin gets stuck?Several more casualties show upThis shit remind me of a drive-byMore mother*****ers die by accident than on purpose, why?Cause they dont know what they doinThey see if the coast is clear and they start persuinAnd thats when that *****y trap springs, boom!Blow a mother*****er to smithereensThey send a sucker to your folks, lookin stupidTellin them you died in the line of dutyOr your ass is missing in action broTryin to be a damn heroThey bring your folks that duffle bagThe only shit they wanna see is that doggy tagHopin that the worryin will ceaseAnd your ass will be home in one damn pieceBut my mom aint gotta worry about that thereCause I aint dyin in the middle of nowhereAnother statistic, a body in a drawerMan! mother ***** a war!Chorus x2Your lucky that I aint the presidentCause Ill push the *****in button and get it over wit***** all that waitin and procrastinatinAnd all that goddamn negotiatinFlyin back and fourth overseasAnd havin lunch and brunch with the mother*****in enemyIll aim one missle at iraqAnd blow that little piece of shit off the mapYeah, I wouldnt give a ***** (? ? ? ? )Cause Im tired of payin these high ass gas pricesOnly the rich benefit, itll be a cold day in hell before I enlistTo eat shit out a can like a wormAnd everyday wear the same damn uniform(? ? ? ? ) breakin on my funky ass feetSkin crawlin cause I aint took baths in weeksNot knowin if Im comin home or notAnd if I do, Ill probably be shell shockedI couldnt get a job just a free burialYou know how uncle sam treat its veteransAbsolutely no respectGet a plate in your head, lose a leg, you might get a checkOr a gaddamn star, you can have that shitMother ***** a war!(chorus)x2
