Bulls on Parade Dispatch

The microphone explodes
Shattering the molds
Either drop the hits like de la O
Or get the fuck off the commode
With the sure shot
Sure to make the body drop
Drop and don't copy, yo
Don't call this a co-op

Terror rains drenchin'
Quenchin' the thirst of the power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
The rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets bigger
The trigger's cold, empty your purse

Rally 'round the family
With a pocket full of shells
They rally 'round the family
With a pocket full of shells
They rally 'round the family
With a pocket full of shells
They rally 'round the family
With a pocket full of shells, come on

Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk the corner to the rubble
That used to be a library
Line up to the mind cemetery now