Jello Biafra

I wake up to a caffeine cigarette vaccine

Then bathe in water I wouldn't drink before gasoline

Feel like a loser 'coz I'm not in Fallujah

Paintin' a Land Cruiser with an Iraqi then taking his ruger

No M-16 to give me a callus

Inhuman super malice for GOP uber alles

Baby suicide bombers hurdle suitcases in a nursery

I'm in a deli eatin' tuna tasting the mercury

Then try to wash it down with a two dollar bottle of water

Get on the train and think of terrorists with box cutters

Gun concealer 'coz I see a realer reality

And what I breathe through my nasal cavities is killing my batteries

Bombs in metropolis out all eye sockets esophagus

Melted out some Shiite group will get their props for this look

I need petrol for my Mercedes

But I'm not trying to kneel or bow for Emperor Chaney

(No)

Maybe I'm crazy but I will not just follow the herd

Unless of course it's en route to lynch Mike Bloomberg

Being pimped by a gas pump and all its Saudi members

Are like fuck you with New York's two middle fingers

If the opposite of pro is a con then look beyond this

The opposite of congress must be progress

What if the second coming's aborted and put in the dirt?

I still don't know what to wear with this orange alert

American flags fly, morale's high

A unit of 20 or so repelling from Apaches in the sky

Into a village of killers, Little Jimmy from Jackson

Mississippi just graduated and seeing action

M-16 locked, loaded and spitting properly

Whoever's in that line of line of fire, chest full of democracy

Turn the corner, team leader, neck up to the nose gone blown off

This is not PS2's SOCOM, Jimmy stays so calm

Shoots count nothin' riddled in his back

Answers come flying out of his stomach

Face down then it's face up in a bed almost dead

Eyes slowly open I.V. bag and no legs

A couple sandwiches, some bloody bandages

In a room full of amputee G.I amateurs

He gets the word that his unit didn't make it

Got a free ticket home and flatlined before he got to take it

Cops tape the scene up, gunner downs 9

They're chasin' away kids playin' hop-scotch in his chalk outline

Two F-16's screech an iridescent sky

Look down, we're not in Iraq we're in NY

Rats in the streets, we move underground like earthworms

Two coasts couldn't abort Satan in his first term

The army in the subway walkin' with toolies

I'm on the train with the back of the dollar bill still talkin' to me

Drive with my left, I know what's right, my weapon hand

Like the map of DC streets still shows a pentagram

License on the car window when I pass through

You've seen the news, no joke New York pig department will blast you

My Weatherman party is invite only soldier

'Coz with one wave of King G Dub's scepter, it's over

The right to assemble puts the bureau's team on you

Look into my file and nod to this while Jello screams on you