Texty:
Low Drums And Guns

Don't act so innocent I've seen you pound your fist into the earth And I've read your book It seems that you could use another fool Well I'm cruel And

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All soldiers They're all gonna die And all the little babies They're all gonna die All the poets And all the liars And all you pretty people You're all

So she waits on the edges of a mattress what it takes to get a bad mess out of a bad dress when she sings it's like a blue dove on a whipping post when

your records and they sound a lot like mine so you be my mary ann and i'll be your yoko and let's bury the hatchet like the beatles the beatles and the

Our bodies break And the blood just spills and spills But here we sit debating that It's just a shame My hand just kills and kills There's gotta be

back fo sho Too many hustlers, too many thieves We're fuckin' up who's willin' to fight and teach the Cs Too much TV , guns and robberies Lust and greed and

m bustin' You niggas don't amount to nothin' and me, I'm top notch, boy Any problems I cock, glock sparks and knock out hearts You see tha ice twink we I talk, ya blink and

San Francis And I Got More Banana Clips Then Chimpanzees 1o Addresses And I Dresses, Like I Thinks I'm The Mothafuckin Best There Is And I'm About To Bubble And