Coup — 20,000 Gun Salute lyrics

Beavis* and Butthead sample [Butthead] *
Whoa Uh-heheh-heheh! uh-heheh, That
kicked ASS [Beavis]!
Yeah yeah heh yeah That
was fly DJ

* Pam the Funkstress starts cuttin up "That was fly" Chorus *

Boots: (repeat 2X) 20

000,gun salute get, rowdy like you got a substitute This
slug's for Newt - shut your mouth don't, pollute Army
of down motherfuckers shit, we tryin to recruit [Boots]!

See
now we're talkin systematic mack, mechanics decomposin, Chosen
representatives, from, the ho's been known to act wit Pimp
theatrics a, tactic necessary In
fact they wanna have us buyin from the commissary This
commentary's for my folks under involuntary servitude Cause
bosses don't be servin you your monetary Pervin
you like rum'n'dairy pulsin through your capillaries Some
inherit green the, rest just get our folks to bury I'm
abolitionary wishin, the judiciary Say
this year for merry merry free, the penitentiary Peoples!
gon' rumble as long as stomachs grumble And
crack pipes tumble over asphault that's crumbled Hundreds
come in bundles and hop, is mixed with funnels Cause
babies wit shoes too small gon' stumble This
composition is sedition opposition, to the rulin class Wishin
they could detonate us hooked to the ignition Keep
my slacks creased to punch the clock for the beast As
my rent don't cease his, pockets get obese Can't
have inner peace without havin a piece When
the stepped on step up we, let the dragon release Chorus

[Boots]

Disaster
The! filthy rich bastards wanna milk yo' ass Faster
ask, fuh no, salvation comin from the damn pastor Old
ladies play canasta under, roofs of cracker plaster Little
kids dive in the trash for discarded Dutchmasters Dead
potnahs on mural walls Homeless
kids takin baths up in gas station urinals Shit
the system can't cure it all If
everybody had a job then stock value's sure to fall Hundred
million neck slashes so, these facists Can
make sho' that they check cashes let's, get massive Wage
struggle as direct classes on, just how we gonna Overthrow
they bitch asses give, whiplashes From
the force as we make it tight and, ignite The
flames of takin over daily life make, it a right To
have food threads, and homestead And
Pac Bell won't ever cut your phone dead -- we own it But!
these business that love payin minimum wage Ain't
gon' let you take they shit unless you showin the gauge And
if you do it by yourself they gon' put you in a cage If
you in a rage please, meet me on the same page with, a Chorus


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