Pain (American Band)

Pain (American Band) - People, The People lyrics

[Kam]

Do the Wardance

I'm from the tribe of Shabazz

Where every dead peep burned earns you another feather in your head

Peep the pilgrim killa, protectin' my villa, collectin' my scrilla

Wanted this native outlaw squaw thrilla

Young brave, ex-slave walkin' the straight narrow

Stalkin', with my bow and arrow

I shoot, get the loot

I pluck ‘em up by the root

I never stick ‘em soft, I'm pick ‘em off like fruit

This is my territory, Yankees wanna block us in

Like a flock of hens

Steppin' on my ?malkasin?

I send up a smoke signal with the drums beatin'

Callin' all braves, time for a meetin'

Lets pow wow with the chief tonight around the fire

Cus this man is a murderin' thief, and a liar

So we chant ourselves into a trance

Put away them peace pipes, cus it's time to do the Wardance

Do the Wardance

I rides out on a course to attack with force

Bareback on my horse, showin' no remorse

About a prior slaughter that I just committed

I guess that firewater must of did it

All I remember was a loud noise, then one louder

Then ten cowboys layed out smellin' like gunpowder

There was a signal for the ambush

To light a stick of dynamite and wait right behind a damn bush

For them to catch it

Fuck leaving shell cases; grab my hatchet

And start scalpin' pale faces

Left and right niggas on a mission to kill

Screamin', (Oh yu yu yu yu yu!) comin' over the hill

To turn your lights out faster than Edison can

I send these bastards off to see the medicine man

I never sleep, for keeps is the way I play

I go heyah heyah heyah hey

Do the Wardance

We on a warpath, now feel the wrath of this black mud

I turn a simple bloodbath into a flash flood

When ways rage and roar

And slaves wage in war

I send the Yankees to they grave hardcore

No retreat and no surrender

Death to the Greek pretender

We killin' every age, class, and gender

And in the heat of battle, I'm crawlin' on the grace piracy

Them white eyes afraid to die, but me don't fear shit

Nothin' affects us slayin' all passengers

Worst than +Texas Chainsaw Massacres+

We aint giving these enemies no more chances

First we be showing love, now we doing Wardances

Do the Wardance

Do the Wardance

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