Public Enemy - Son of a Bush lyrics

Uh! Backwards!

C'mon! C'mon! C'mon! (c'mon)

Oh no, struck by greased lightning
F'ed by the same last name, you know what?
China ain't never givin back
That god damned plane
Must got this whole nation trained
On some kennel ration
Have you forgotten? I've been through
The first term of rotten the father
The son and the holy Bush-shit we all in
Don't look at me
I ain't callin for no assasination
I'm just sayin, sayin
Who voted for that asshole of your nation?
Deja Bush, crushed by the headrush
When I wrote the bumrush
Saw you salute to the then Vice Prez
Who did what Ray-Gun said
And then became prez himself, went for delf
Knee deep in his damned self
Stuck in a three headed bucket
A trilateral Bush-shit
Sorry ain't no better way of puttin it
No you cannot freestyle this
Cause you still ain't free
If I fight for y'all then they get me
How many o y'all is comin to get me?
None! Cause it's easier to forget me
Ain't that a Bush
Son of a Bush is here all up in yo zone
You ain't never heard so much
Soul to the bone i told y'all when the first
Bush was tappin my telephone
Spy vs spy, can't truss em
As you salute to the Illuminati
Y'know what? Take yo ass to
Your one millionth party!

He's the son of a Baaaaaad man
The son of a bad
He's the son of a Baaaaaad man son of a bad

Now here's the pitch
Hiding inside certified genocide
Ain't that a Bush, repeat ain't that a Bush?
Out of nowhere headed to the hot house
Killed 135 at the last count
Texas Bounce! Texas Bounce! (c'mon)
Cats in a cage got a ghost of a chance
Of comin back from your
Whack-ass killin machine
Son of a Bush, ain't that a son of a Bush
Cats doin bids for the same
Bush-shit that you did (the father)
Serial killer kid, uhh! Serial killer kid
Go on!

He's the son of a Baaaaaad man
The son of a bad
He's the son of a Baaaaaad man son of a bad

The father, the son the father, the son
(go on, better go on)
The father, the son, and the holy Bush-shit
The father the father

Coke is the real thing
Used to make you swing used to be yo thing
Daddy had you under his wing
Uhh, son of a Bush
Bringin kilos to fill up silos
You probably sniffed piles
Got inmates in Texas scrubbin tiles
That shit is wild
That shit is wild CIA child
That shit is wild CIA child

He's the son of a Baaaaaad man
The son of a bad
He's the son of a Baaaaaad man son of a bad

Son of a bad, man