D.R.A.I.N.

Pistol totin' bitches with a trigger finger itchin'
Talkin' shit about a policy to feed the engine
Motor boat afloat, but the clock is barely tickin'
Never was a great thing, but now it's fuckin' sick and
Truth in a bag and a mag and callin' boys like me a fag
When we just brush it off you turn to violence, silence all the other voices
Choices?
No, fuck that
You boys and girls are all just toys
And I'm a kid with a motherfuckin' hit list
Cut it with that snitch shit
Here's a fuckin' gift bitch
Put it on your wrist, slick
Keep the money comin' now
Keep the cities comin' down
Keep the races runnin' round
Fuck 'em over go to town
They can't fight you back now

Why can't we come back now?
Bring it fuckin' back round?
Never fuckin' back down and kick em in the sack?
Nah
Shoot 'em bodies, stacked up
Revolution, racked up
Fuck the peace shit
Ghandi's dead and we're still backed up
Let's just get this wrapped up
No more fuckin' *slap* *duck*
Grab the fuckin' gat and point that shit right at that ass-fuck
Fuck all the world leaders
Fuck all the war shit
Don't you think the time has come to motherfuckin' end it?



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Writer(s): Colton Eisel
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