vietnow
                                       
                                       
                     turn on tha radio ... nah f**k it
                    turn it off ... fear is your only god
                 on tha radio ... na f**k it ... turn it off
                      turn on tha radio ... nah f**k it
                    turn it off ... fear is your only god
                         on tha radio ... nah f**k it
                   your savior's my guillotine ... crosses
                                 and kerosine
                            merge on tha networks
                              slangin' nerve gas
                         up jump tha boogie then bang
                                 let 'em hang
                   while the paranoid try to stuff tha void
                         let's capture this am mayhem
                    undressed ... and blessed by tha lord
               tha power pendulum swings by tha umbilical cord
                            shcok around tha 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
                            Ioh s**t i got a head
                rush tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes
                            thrown from tha throat
                           new cages an scapegoats
                      undressen and blessed by tha lord
              tha same devil that ran around managua wit a sword
                     check tha new style that ollie found
                     i tune in wit a bullet ta shut down
                               tha devil sound
                            tha program of vietnow
                           flex tha cerebellum fire
                           somebody gotta shell 'em
                           those evil angels lists
                           hittin' tha am playlist
                               paid ta say this
                that one inhuman ... illegal ... single woman
                            tha one wit out a room
                     the transmissions wippin' our backs
                    comin' down like bats from stacy coon
                       terror ... tha product you push
                           well i am a truth addict
                          oh s**t i got a head rush
                  tha sheeps tremble an here come tha votes
                            thrown from tha troat
                           new cage and scapegoats
                 one caution tha mics a detonator unwound ta
                           shutdown tha devil sound
                        check tha heads bow in vietnow
                     is all tha world jails and churches?
                                       
                                       

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