Heavy Metal Kings - The Military Mind of Chaka Zulu lyrics

Yeah, one two heavy Metal Kings, Paz, Bill
Look

Oh, we brolic now?
I'ma have to clap at his dreads
Only get a kick in the ass
And pat on the head
How this motherfucker breadbox
Lacking in bread?
That's what happen when you're washed up
Passion is dead
Anybody can get it, anybody that ask for
Bird-chest motherfuckers
All the way to fat boys
How the fuck's son OT with no passport?
Caught too many bodies
There's way too many to transport
Had to merk his man's for it
Hooked to the bait
And his blood before the beef
Like I'm cooking a steak
Sleeping on a OG, a rookie mistake
And there's bakin' soda everywhere
Cookies and cake
See, the toaster always on me if
I get in a jam and if a enemy extend it I
Will spit at his hand
Understand that Elohim live off the land
Because Yahweh said the wolf would
Live with the lamb

If I got to steal, to get over
I'm gonna do it
My kids are not gonna go hungry out here
I don't give a damn from who
I'm gonna steal and get it
I'm not gonna break in no houses
No nothin' but if I see a nigga come down
The street, or a white man
Anybody come down the street
And they got twenty dollars in they hand
I'm gonna snatch it

Wiggers think shit's sweet i carry big heat
Wavy hair chipped teeth up in the shit, deep
Sip Jack, gulp Henny
Young Lemmy run the jewels so my gun heavy
In the bathroom like
Kleinfeld fucking Steffie
Cash rule every bustin cherry like Hendry
Listen, get your fuckin' head kicked
In for thinking you gully
Spit in your hand, pussy
Ice pick in your skully
Stick a machete up your ass for a laugh
Amongst the evil shamans
Speak to dragons and cast
Spells like Stephen Bannon
Squirling apparitions burn and
Crash the system
Avalanches, tarantulas and assassins
With pistols walk through portals and the
Mind beyond the sky
Cause what's normal to the spider
Is chaos to the fly stay around
Before you see the light, fucko
You gots to die

I used to go on, like on a
Rampage, grab five guys on the subway
Take 'em all off, go back downstairs, take
Another guy off Here's a guy
He's makin' a
Phone call, yolk 'em, strip 'em
When we draggin' this guy in
The middle of the
Night, under mice pants stuck
Under his shoes
Just drag him down the block
Naked funniest thing