Vietnow


Turn off tha radio, nah fuck it 
Turn it off, fear is your only god 
On tha radio, nah fuck it 
Turn it off, fear is your only god 
On tha radio, nah fuck it 
Your savior's my guillotine, crosses 
And kerosine 

Merge on tha networks, slagin' nerve gas
Up jump tha boogie then bang, 
Let 'em hang 
While tha paranoid try ta stuff tha void 
Let's capture this am mayhem

Undressed, and blessed by the Lord 
Tha power pedulum swings by tha 
Umbillical cord 

Shock around the clock, from noon 
'Til noon 
Men grabbin' they mics, and stuff 'em into tha
Womb 

Terror tha product ya push 
Well I'm a truth addict, oh shit I gotta head
Rush 
Tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes
Thrown from tha throat, new cages an scapegoats

Undressed and blesses by tha lord 
Tha same devil that run around managua wit a sword
Check tha new style that ollie found 

I tune in wit a bullet ta shut down 
Tah devil sound 
Tha program of Vietnow 

Flex tha cerebellum, fire 
Somebody gotta shell 'em
Those evil angels lists, hittin' tha am 
Playlost, paid ta say this 
That one inhuman, illegal, signle woman tha one 
Without a room 
The transmission wippin' our backs
Comin' down like bats from Stacey Coon
Terror tha product ya push 
Well I'm a truth addict oh shit I got a head rush

Tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes 
Throw from tha throat, new cages and scapegoats
One caution tha mics a detonate unwound ta
Shutdown tha devil sound 
Check tha heads bow in Vietnow

Is all the world jails and churches?