Mac Lethal - Jihad! lyrics

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Fuck Boulevard beer and their corporate bosom
I'd rather drink with an agnostic woman
Fuck Applebee's and their corporate bosom
I'd rather drink with an atheist woman
Fuck the young republicans and
Their corporate bosom
I'd rather drink with an agnostic woman
(Hey Kansas City, no more
Drinkin' Boulevard beer
It's Flying Monkey mother fucker here we go)

Hey yo Jerry Falwell's dead
Everybody limbo! Rap music is the new disco!
I kick drums down the stairs and laugh
The sound of paragraphs
With beasting these bloods with these chumps
And their bling-bling that sucks
The phone goes "ring ring" wassup?
Shmuck, I'm here to save the day like
I'm Ming Ming the duck fucker
Ya'll win the lotto and the foo-foo lives
The rest of us just kinda
Hope Bono from U2 dies
Blind Abercrombie trophy wives run
The world like "Wow Jennifer
Did you lose weight? You go girl!"
I mean it's corny, it's filthy
So if you ever see me and I'm
Drivin' in a minivan then fuck it
Come and kill me! But sucka
Ya'll can't see me like Snuffleupagus
Now what the fuck is this I wanna
Kiss so pucker up your lips
The manwhore will charm ya (wooo)
I had it all when I was
Born like Jamie Lee Curtis and or Ciara

Follow, me follow, me
Follow, me (Come on)
We gotta have a jihad
We gotta have a jihad (Come on) follow, me
Follow, me follow, me
(Come on) we gotta have a jihad
Woo weeeeeee ooo (Hey)

I got a hangover
I could sell the scientific research
I got my ass kicked last night
So now my teeth hurt
I can't purchase alcohol on Sundays why?
Because they believe an invisible
Man's in the sky!
Kirk Cameron thinks sinners need
To burn in flames
I got a gun named Corey Feldman
And a gun named Corey Haim
The third world war just started, TAKE AIM!

Kansas City mutha fucka better go
Check your dead self
Drivin' through the hood gettin' road
Head from Fred Phelps
I'll interrupt family dinner
During prayer like "Uh, by the way I'm an
Atheist and don't care"
The honorable reverand Ted Haggard got
Caught smokin' meth with
A male prostitute up in a Motel 6
The flow fell sick
Then sweetened and unusual
I'll go back to church when
The Chiefs win the Superbowl
I wanna paint Linda's sick dead words
Gimme a canvas and the brain
Stem of Mitch Hedburg
And I'ma use it as my quill tip
I wanna take a couple drill
Bit's and build myself
An easel with the skeleton of Bill Hicks
(that's a good man right there)
Man fuck Dane Cook and his corporate ass too
(punkass mother fucker)
Now bring me the female
Version of Charles Darwin
All hail George Carlin