CYNE, Asshole Parade - Six Shooter lyrics

[CYNE, Asshole Parade - Six Shooter lyrics]

No, no, he’s so sleazy
Falling for the take back
Middle class angst
Couldn’t hold his daddy’s Volvo
Threw a damn fit like a kid, lay heart attack
Called his momma "Bitch" and he
Threw down a lawyer tab
Yeah, he a promised one dualies
On his Ford truck
No fear, bumper-sticker product of suburbia
Daddy voted for Bush his son
Ain’t going to the war
Fuck that watch bombs kill
The other little ones
Less unfortunate tricked into armed service
Asked why they’re dying
They don’t even know the truth
Death do us part the richer and the poorer
Opportunity knocks and missed on the other
One gets tax breaks the other gets smothered
One gets tax breaks the other gets smothered
So fuck a band of brothers
It’s youth dreams of gutters
How you gonna use that college
Money if you dead, cousin?
So look at these cowboys ready
To pull six shooters
But when it’s time to shoot
They get another one to do it
Playboy, cowboys, playboy, cowboys
Playboy, cowboys, playboy, cowboys

Now I got a lot on my mind
(On my mind) , so clear my head and make room
This class of ’99 love balloon goons
Straight from the heart, y’all join marine
Let off them kids got they brain washed off
Rise while they excavate to find remains of
The dead enslaved in graves i guess I made it
No blue, no red
Or white i’m great and native
I knew them stars and stripes
Were bright but faded the man without a hat
(Hat) trying to dance safe
With no two-step, link, snap, clap
Emancipate
You, homie homie ‘Cause, I’m warning ya
This M night team guerilla
Killers in Columbia
So pardon me for not spitting the same old
(Same old)
I’ll die like a man before I spit like Sambo
Knowing Jesús is killing us
Them liquor stores too
Newport shorts in box, cops, and Pirus Bloods
Banging Little Rock remember that shit?
Aaron James had that baby Glock
And he flashed it we was only fourteen
(Only fourteen) on some juv shit
But me, Omar Epps, quiet, kept produce spit
So look at these cowboys ready
To pull six shooters
But when it’s time to shoot
They get another one to do it
Playboy, cowboys, playboy, cowboys
Playboy, cowboys, playboy, cowboys

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