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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalen Kotts
Songwriter
Lyrics
You are no longer black, or brown, or yellow, or red
You are now green
You are light green or dark green
Do you understand?
Sir, yes sir
Fall in line to the sound of the gunshots
Body bag, toe tag n your gun drops (march)
Ten-hut, ten-hut
I don't hear ya nigga (march)
Ten-hut, ten-hut
I don't fear a nigga
Fall in line to the sound of the gunshots
Body bag, toe tag n your gun drops (march)
Ten-hut, ten-hut
I don't hear ya nigga (march)
Ten-hut, ten-hut
I don't fear a nigga
Corpses, bodies in the morgue, I'm an orphan
Horses, apocalyptic all black horses
Red rum, paramilitary with the torches
Segregate your sect and serve these niggas up in portions
Six wheels on the war drug
Six shots in the Bulldog, more in the Bullpup
We gon' feed him till he full up (yeah)
Niggas talkin' real hard, but they never put they tools up
Baghdad, I'm back again bitch nigga
Killed yo hoe and killed yo friends bitch nigga
Medal of Honor, at war fire with the best of 'em
Niggas fall in line but die with the rest of 'em
Fuck what you talkin' bout
Niggas don't fall in line, they walk it out
Niggas ain't worth my time, we fallin' out
Niggas gon' rip that nine, and have it workin' out
Chainsaws and switch blades, I fuck with that hand grenades
Switch lanes get bust with that ghost in
The shell, leave that weapon on that bull shit
Young King Kong had them playing with that bull shit (okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
So work, flip bricks, I stole shit
Hit licks and hit niggas on that cold shit
Fuck a nigga talkin' on me, that's old shit
Pull up and a nigga gon' see, we blow shit
Fall in line to the sound of the gunshots
Body bag, toe tag n your gun drops (march)
Ten-hut, ten-hut
I don't hear ya nigga (march)
Ten-hut, ten-hut
I don't fear a nigga
Fall in line to the sound of the gunshots
Body bag, toe tag n your gun drops (march)
Ten-hut, ten-hut
I don't hear ya nigga (march)
Ten-hut, ten-hut
I don't fear a nigga
Swofford
Sir, yes sir
You the maggot whose father served in Vietnam?
Sir, yes sir
Outstanding, did he have the balls to die there?
Sir, no sir
Too fucking bad, did he ever talk about it?
Sir, only once, sir
Good, then he wasn't lying
Writer(s): Mathew Griffith Simons
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