Bring it

Bring all your shovels and axes
Bring all your simpering and wimpering
As to why you need to suckle off our taxes

Give us all your damn demands
Give us your gangs and guns
It's no wonder you're trash
And can't get anything done

Punk up and flip your signs
Tat up all over the place
I'm sick of your slime and crime
And that smug thug look on your face

You keep talkin about weapons
And doing Americans harm
You'll find out we're not like the idiots
Who don't believe in being armed

Obama might be your buddy
As well as Pelosi and Reed

So...take'm with you when you go
Or you're going to find out why
Don't tread on me is an essential
Part of our creed




Neils
9:50 am
04/30/2010
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transcribed this time
9:55 am
04/30/2010

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