Grenades - 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 Bushes are trigger happy and wanna be in a war

Two people that like raising the taxes and killin' the poor

I say I put the sword to they jaw

Let it off 'til they jaw fall on 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

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

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 UFOs in store?

With technology to travel lightspeed past ours?

I guarantee these lizard reptilian figures

Hidin' under human flesh under they breath callin' us niggas

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 existence 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

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

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