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BIG WAR Lyrics - Artist : lil darkie
By the way, have you seen my fucking lighter?
Awwwrrr where's my fucking light-
Oop - found it
Flick
Lalalalalala

Blow up
I did it I could do it again
My friend
I-I run up then I detonate
Bring your end
Send shots at your temple
That you defend
Send planes if you fucking
With allah's men

Made by the usa bitch
The head of your country is a bumbling racist
A drone took my family and he still won't say shit
Behead em on camera
To display they faces
Allahu akbar
All you, are not hard
Blow up, a cop car
Jetting thru the desert
You be slowing on the wokhart
You can, not be hard
Causing, a jihad
All of my brothers
In a suicidal pea pod
Grip on, an ak
Hear him say, mayday
72 virgins, talking my pay day
It is, my time now
Ready, to die loud
Leelelelelelele

Blow up
I did it I could do it again
My friend
I run up then I detonate
Bring your end
Send shots at your temple
That you defend
Send planes if you fucking
With allah's men

Sharia
Shawdy act so naughty (nah)
Cover her from head to toe
So, I can't get my body hard
Rpg
Are we free
No, we're not they arming me
Come and see
How it be
Inside of the middle east
Or at least
Follow us on twitter
Keep up with recruitments
Who we looting?
We get our boots and guns
We use for shooting
All the jews and
Who we choosing to
Show up on our youtube
And pull in views n
When we slit his throat
And leave his body oozing
Fuck a infidel
Throw is body in a well
Free my brothers ali and muhammad
From that island cell

This be that isis type beat (uh)
Killer type beat (uh)
Pull up on the goat and I might fill ya type beat
(Ha, wait, what he do, what he, ha yea-a-ah
Yea-a-ah, huh, huh, really, huh, really, huh yeah
Oh, oh, yeah-yeah, oh swipe my, uh
Ta na-na-na-na-naaaaa-naaaaa-na
Where's my fucking lighter
Ma-na-na-na-na-na-naww
One two
One two three four)
This that isis type beat (uh)
Killer type beat (uh)
Pull up on the goat and I might fill ya type beat (yeah)
This that isis type beat (uh)
Terror type beat (uh)
Pull on on him hit him cause an error type beat

Blow up
I did it I could do it again
My friend
I-I run up then I detonate
Bring your end
Send shots at your temple
That you defend
Send planes if you fucking
With allah's men

Blow up
Blow up
I'm about to blow up
Filled up with emotion and some potion had to po up
No cup grow up
Bitch you better grow up
Slow up
If you talking shit, you better
Throw up
Throw up

C'mon boys
Were going to kill some arabs
Oorah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Boys we're on our way down
Ar let it spray now
Kicking in your front door
Everybody lay down
Tangos, inbound
Run up on em
Lord forgive me of my sins now
Shitting on em
Filling em with bullets that we bring down
Hit em a bigger stick
Making my ear ring now

Where'd they come from
The cotton eyed hoes
Them isis folk getting shot in they homes
The nicest folk could
Put a hole in yo dome
I ride the dragon with a
Pole pole pole
Bag and tag em, we
Cold cold cold
Rock and roll we
Don't fold fold no
See the eagle fly
Hear the people die
See the eagle fly
Hear the people die

Left, right
Left, right
Left, right (aye, get alive)
Left, right
Left, right
Everywhere we step
Fight
Right left
Right left
Hit him with that pipe
Breath
Good
Now drop and give me 20 soldier
Yes sir!
Na na na na na na na na na na
That's right now give me another one
You halfway maggot right now

This land was your land
But now it's my land
I'm very happy
That you're in pain
This land was your land
But now it's my land
I'm very happy
That you're in pain
We want your oil
Under the white sand
Were sending men to put some bullets in your brains
Bitch nigga wanna come my way
Wanna pull up in the hummer
The drummer he might play
I run up on ya bunker
I'm thumpin ya night day
I'm dumping on these niggas
They can't even sight me
I'm special operations
We a special population
See us taking over areas and setting up a station
Where we basing our location information
On the nation in relation to you niggas
We the hostile occupation

Bad
Reputation
Discrimination causing hella separation
Transportation prohibiting
Yo migration cause a piece of legislation
Won't get to you destination
You under investigation

Boys we're on our way down
Boys we're on our way down
Boys we're on our way down
Boys we're on our way down
Boys we're on our way down
Ar let it spray now
Kicking in your front door
Everybody lay down!
Tangos, inbound
Run up on em
Lord forgive me of my sins now
Shitting on em
Filling em with bullets that we bring down
Hit em a bigger stick
Making my ear ring now
Oh-oh-ahahahahahh-yeah
Huh
Right, left, right, left
Huh

Oh no not again...
Makes you really wanna know
What the fuck is going on in this place
Alalalalalala I'm crazy

Somebody listen to me
We're tired, we're tired of fighting your battles
Not cattle the stick and it rattle
Don't tread on me tread on me
The true american
Hyper aware
I am I won't go there again
I won't go back
Fuck your wars for money, for economy
Autonomy is dying and a lot of me believes it
Leave it in the past
Keep buying more gas, keep starting your wars
Keep sending more tours to afghanistan and taliban hand to hand to fight em now I understand?
And we increasing demand for all those manufacturers to capture us
Reactors in the east
Our nation sending shit to rapture em
Tractor by the farms the old pasture
Feeling fractured from the folks
That live as actors in la
And that's a factor
How the crackers and the blackers
And the darkies in between
Ain't gonna do shit
If we hang everyone
Who got a different stature?
What you mean? what you mean? what you mean?
What you mean? what you mean?
What you mean, bitch?
Pointing our beams and creating teams
And paying our taxes to generate means of harm
Extremely alarmed, they got us on fox
Let's sell some more arms, let's make some more weapons
Keep stepping in places you do not belong
Keep singing our songs, go right others' wrongs
Go buy chinese products 'cause you're supposed to love us
There's nothing above us but stars in the sky
Then get addicted to bars and get high
A big farmer supply make our will to live die
I prayed to join the military 17 years young
I know 21 year olds who bitch and let their tears run
I know grown niggas that ain't never been near guns
You fuck around and die then I'm deciding when we're done

Eagle scout, deagle shout
Don't tread on me, I'm an eagle scout
Keep lead on me, let the deagle shout
My dead homies told me weed 'em out
Post up lowkey like a sauerkraut
Big war
Big war
Big war

Attention!
I'd like to have a moment of silence for all of the niggas that perished last year in the fucking game. all the niggas that gave the fuck up, all the niggas that wasn't good enough, all the niggas who died in battle, I salute you now!
Hoo rah!

Nah nah
Nah nah
God bless the usa
God bless the usa
God bless the usa

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