*phone rings*
[Hello, could I speak with, Bushwick Bill?]
Hello, this is Bushwick, m************ Bill
[Yes sir, I'm calling to inform you that you have been drafted
into
the United States military]
The Unites States wants me for what? Hahahaha
[Excuse me sir]
Hahaha
[Bushwick?]
Hahaha, yeah yeah yeah, hey what's up?
[You need to contact your nearest recruiting office immeadiatly
please]
I see your not hip to what's happenin'
I don't give a f*** about you and all that bullshit you stressin'
f*** a war
To explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this:
(Bushwick Bill)
m********* a war, that's how I feel
Sendin' a n**** to the desert to get killed
Cause two suckas can't agree on something
A thousand m************ died for nothing
You can't pay me to join an army camp
Or any other m***********' military branch
of this United goddman States of this b**** America
Be a soldier, what for?
They puttin' n***** on the front line
But when it comes to gettin' ahead, they put us way behind
I ain't gettin' my leg shot off
While Bush old a** on t.v. playin' golf
But when you come to my house with that draft s***
I'm a shoot your funky a** b****
A n****'ll die for a brawl
But I ain't fightin' behind no g****** oil
Against m*********as I don't know
Yo Bush! I ain't your d*** hoe
The enemy is right here g, them foreigners never did s*** me
All of those wasted lives
And only one or two get recognized
But what good is a medal when your dead? tell Uncle Sam I said
chorus x2 (Willie D)
I ain't goin' to war for a s*** talkin' president
[f*** f*** f*** a war]
(Bushwick Bill)
In Vietnam a lot of n***** died young
P.O.W.'s got hung
What the f*** do I know about a grenade
All I know is the cops and my 12 gauge
And what if that pin gets stuck?
Several more casualties show up
This s*** remind me of a drive-by
More m************ die by accident than on purpose, why?
Cause they don't know what they doin'
They see the coast is clear and they start persuin'
And that's when that b***y trap springs, BOOM!
Blow a m*********** to smithereens
They send a sucker to your folks, lookin' stupid
tellin' them you died in the line of duty
Or your a** is missing in action bro
Tryin' to be a d*** hero
They bring your folks that duffle bag
The only s*** they wanna see is that doggy tag
Hopin' that the worryin' will cease
And your a** will be home in one d*** piece
But my mom ain't gotta worry about that there
Cause I ain't dyin' in the middle of nowhere
Another statistic, a body in a drawer
Man! mother f*** a war!
Chorus x2
Ya'll lucky that I ain't the president
Cause I'll push the f*****' b***on and get it over wit
f*** all that waitin' and procrastinatin'
And all that g****** negotiatin'
Flyin' back and fourth overseas
And havin' lunch and brunch with the m***********' enemy
I'll aim one missle at Iraq
And blow that little piece off s*** off the map
Yeah, I wouldn't give a f*** who it ices
Cause I'm tired of payin' these high a** gas prices
Only the rich benefit, it'll be a cold day in hell before I enlist
To eat s*** out a can like a worm
And everyday wear the same f*****' uniform
Sores breakin' on my funky a** feet
Skin crawlin' cause I ain't took baths in weeks
Not knowin' if I'm comin' home or not
And if I do, I'll probably be shell shocked
I couldn't get a job just a free burial
You know how Uncle Sam treat it's veterans
Absolutely no respect
Get a plate in your head, lose a leg, you might get a check
Or a gaddamn star, you can have that s***
Mother f*** a war!
(chorus)x2
[Hello, could I speak with, Bushwick Bill?]
Hello, this is Bushwick, m************ Bill
[Yes sir, I'm calling to inform you that you have been drafted
into
the United States military]
The Unites States wants me for what? Hahahaha
[Excuse me sir]
Hahaha
[Bushwick?]
Hahaha, yeah yeah yeah, hey what's up?
[You need to contact your nearest recruiting office immeadiatly
please]
I see your not hip to what's happenin'
I don't give a f*** about you and all that bullshit you stressin'
f*** a war
To explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this:
(Bushwick Bill)
m********* a war, that's how I feel
Sendin' a n**** to the desert to get killed
Cause two suckas can't agree on something
A thousand m************ died for nothing
You can't pay me to join an army camp
Or any other m***********' military branch
of this United goddman States of this b**** America
Be a soldier, what for?
They puttin' n***** on the front line
But when it comes to gettin' ahead, they put us way behind
I ain't gettin' my leg shot off
While Bush old a** on t.v. playin' golf
But when you come to my house with that draft s***
I'm a shoot your funky a** b****
A n****'ll die for a brawl
But I ain't fightin' behind no g****** oil
Against m*********as I don't know
Yo Bush! I ain't your d*** hoe
The enemy is right here g, them foreigners never did s*** me
All of those wasted lives
And only one or two get recognized
But what good is a medal when your dead? tell Uncle Sam I said
chorus x2 (Willie D)
I ain't goin' to war for a s*** talkin' president
[f*** f*** f*** a war]
(Bushwick Bill)
In Vietnam a lot of n***** died young
P.O.W.'s got hung
What the f*** do I know about a grenade
All I know is the cops and my 12 gauge
And what if that pin gets stuck?
Several more casualties show up
This s*** remind me of a drive-by
More m************ die by accident than on purpose, why?
Cause they don't know what they doin'
They see the coast is clear and they start persuin'
And that's when that b***y trap springs, BOOM!
Blow a m*********** to smithereens
They send a sucker to your folks, lookin' stupid
tellin' them you died in the line of duty
Or your a** is missing in action bro
Tryin' to be a d*** hero
They bring your folks that duffle bag
The only s*** they wanna see is that doggy tag
Hopin' that the worryin' will cease
And your a** will be home in one d*** piece
But my mom ain't gotta worry about that there
Cause I ain't dyin' in the middle of nowhere
Another statistic, a body in a drawer
Man! mother f*** a war!
Chorus x2
Ya'll lucky that I ain't the president
Cause I'll push the f*****' b***on and get it over wit
f*** all that waitin' and procrastinatin'
And all that g****** negotiatin'
Flyin' back and fourth overseas
And havin' lunch and brunch with the m***********' enemy
I'll aim one missle at Iraq
And blow that little piece off s*** off the map
Yeah, I wouldn't give a f*** who it ices
Cause I'm tired of payin' these high a** gas prices
Only the rich benefit, it'll be a cold day in hell before I enlist
To eat s*** out a can like a worm
And everyday wear the same f*****' uniform
Sores breakin' on my funky a** feet
Skin crawlin' cause I ain't took baths in weeks
Not knowin' if I'm comin' home or not
And if I do, I'll probably be shell shocked
I couldn't get a job just a free burial
You know how Uncle Sam treat it's veterans
Absolutely no respect
Get a plate in your head, lose a leg, you might get a check
Or a gaddamn star, you can have that s***
Mother f*** a war!
(chorus)x2