This the march of the infantry, burn you in your infancy
Fire so efficient when it’s punishing delinquency
Oh it’s harsh how the go-betweens go for gold and goading queens
Loads might know but no one speaks, know this notice, no one “No’s” a soldier
These days the cocoa bean devoured, at my lows I feel empowered
Dove out of row at the blow ’cause I’m a coward
Only one home for those praises to be showered
Lonely moments all been soured by this guilt so quickly flowered
And still denotes a Bauer-typе soldier with my uniform
Making sure to boulder any monumеnts in cuneiform
I’m just here to use my monthly stipend
And I’m frightened by the enemy, so I’m gonna ignite them
I think my black squad-mates are super cool so I bite ’em
Unless they have a v#gina then first we take a night to take turns
We got corrosives and lye, they’ll think she died from the burns
We got the right to the Earth, we just defending our country
We just following orders, so we can’t let that c#nt speak
Don’t want no hippie confusion, we all been having a tough week
If she really had enough, then she should have woken up, peace
Whoop! Whoop!
f#ck The World Police
Nothing but some baby-killers
I got some words for each
We got to curb their reach
Rest in Peace to Vanessa Guillen
Whoop! Whoop!
f#ck The World Police
Nothing but some baby-killers
They letting girls get eaten
By the men on their teams
Rest in Peace to LaVena Johnson
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