N.O. Joe - f** a War lyrics

*phone rings* [Hello, could I speak with, Bushwick Bill?] Hello, this is Bushwick, motherf**ing 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 bullsh** you stressin' f** a war To explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this: (Bushwick Bill) Motherf** a war, that's how I feel Sendin' a n***a to the desert to get k**ed Cause two s**as can't agree on something A thousand motherf**ers dying for nothing You can't pay me to join an army camp Or any other motherf**in' military branch Of this United goddman States of this b**h America Be a soldier, what for? They puttin' n***as 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 sh** I'mma shoot your funky a** b**h A n***a'll die for a broil But I ain't fightin' behind no gaddamn oil Against motherf**as I don't know Yo Bush! I ain't your damn ho The enemy is right here g, them foreigners never did sh** 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 sh** talkin' president [f** f** f** a war] (Bushwick Bill) In Vietnam a lot of n***as died young P.O.W.'s got hung What the f** do I know about a grenade All I know is the (????) in my 12 gauge And what if that pin gets stuck? Several more casualties show up This sh** remind me of a drive-by More motherf**ers die by accident than on purpose, why? Cause they don't know what they doin' They see if the coast is clear and they start persuin' And that's when that b**by trap springs, BOOM! Blow a motherf**er to smithereens They send a s**er 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 damn hero They bring your folks that duffle bag The only sh** they wanna see is that doggy tag Hopin' that the worryin' will cease And your a** will be home in one damn 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 You're lucky that I ain't the president Cause I'll push the f**in' bu*ton and get it over wit f** all that waitin' and procrastinatin' And all that goddamn negotiatin' Flyin' back and fourth overseas And havin' lunch and brunch with the motherf**in' enemy I'll aim one missle at Iraq And blow that little piece of sh** off the map Yeah, I wouldn't give a f** who dies 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 sh** out a can like a worm And everyday wear the same f**ing 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 sh** Mother f** a war! (chorus)x2