Texty:
U S Bombs Not Enough

there's not enough there's not enough there's not enough crash every night in a different place daylight's doin time birtha's just a ghetto slag cross

there's not enough there's not enough there's not enough crash every night in a different place daylight's doin time birtha's just a ghetto slag cross

bang, pow And that's how the thugs do it You know we get down and dirty Nigga, you know the story, don't make me, boil me Let's get ready for war Last

on the low, around the way, now [chorus 2x] [blue flame] Blue flame's blood stain, it's a thug thing Take slugs, I love pain, yo there ain't enough

album about to drop in 7 days But I still poke a rapper at the VMA's Kilo's in a gram, PO's be my fans That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan

do not And I can penetrate you right down through your through, through spot Because I'm talented and young and I got a lot wealth And I'm the bomb baby

we're punk, or ska, or hardcore, enough for you, it's sad but true, you can call us names till your face turns blue. Our assurance comes from God, it's

Should have watched your mouth and not said what you said nigga But uhn-uhn-uhn, now that nigga's dead, nigga It's all On U, if you got beef, would

ditches Bloodshed, I painted the town red People fled as I put a dread's head to bed That mean's dead, in other words deceased Face got erased, bullets got released Bombs