Pumpkinhead - Grenades lyrics

(feat. Immortal Technique)

[Pumpkinhead]

Praise to the most high for blessin me with a seed

Now I gotta make it to the top with _Speed_, like Keanu Reeves

And when I bleed, I feed a million children indeed

With the knowledge and the strength that they need

Fuck the military! Man beg my pardon

The only thing my dad got from them was agent orange

Cocksuckers experimented, on they own soldiers

I'd rather be in a coma than help fill in they quota

Give me a bulldozer, and before the world is over

I'll find Bush and his daddy and run both they asses over

The Bush's are trigger happy and wanna be in a war

Two people they're like raisin the taxes and killin the poor

I say I put the sword to they jaw, let it off

'til they jaw fall to the floor, and Colin Powell callin the morgue

You call him a hero but I call him a whore

Gettin pimped by the system that wanna see the end of us all

[Chorus: x2]

It goes one grenade, two grenade, three grenade, four

Pull the pin let it go it'll be the death of us all

I'll be a motherfuckin martyr before a soldier at war

Fuck the law, we gon' settle the score

[Pumpkinhead]

One grenade, two grenade, three grenade, four

Pull the pin let it go, it'll be the end of us all

I'll be a motherfuckin martyr before a soldier at war

Fightin my brothers and sisters overseas for your laws

You stick your nose in everybody country business when yours

is the most corrupt nation, illumination blinding us all

You don't think they already got UFO's in store?

With technology to travel lightspeed past ours?

I guarantee, these lizard reptilian figures

Hidin under human flesh under they breath callin us niggaz

I pull the motherfuckin trigger, explode your liver for fun

And I won't stop 'til daddy and junior's kissin my gun

Slugs pop from a short distance, listen you're done

Your existance short-lived, now you live on the sun

Burnin for eternity, your skin lift off your bones

Now your skin is black like mine with a crispier tone

[Chorus]

[Outro: unknown speaker]

Yeah, you see my black and latino people

There are some truths that we have to face

And there are some lies we have to uncover

And there are some fake muh'fuckers out there talkin

And they talkin for us, but they not talkin to us

And they not talkin about us

They just speakin, as if it was from our perspective