Tabs - What A k**er lyrics

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Tabs - What A k**er lyrics

Yeah. Yo this f**ing country makes me sick. You fat f**s stuffing your face at Thanksgiving. And it's all good right? Yeah it's all good. America's f**ing great, land of the brave. Yeah cuz we f**ing k**ed the braves. The Indian braves. And then we eat a turkey, that's like an Indian head dress cuz they the f**ing turkey. And you're the f**ing turkey eating a turkey. Dumb a** mothaf**a. Some stuffing up your a**hole. Everything's a bunch of bullsh** yo. Yeah, yeah, f** NWO man, f** all that bullsh**. No more games yo [Coal Cash] We haven't been safe since old order washed ashore When they came over the water, with slaughter to march for war But not before they bartered their blankets for more supplies And at length they gave thanks at a banquet for our demise Then fed us heartless lies to marginalize the natives Then waited around with vultures til the culture's emaciated Insatiated with whiskey, they inundated 'em quickly Uninoculated a small pox, all would drop to fall sickly And this spread from Cortez, whose ship's would paint the shores red Then fled with the gold, hard to do what you're told when you're dead And y'all pledge to dread, like what Nazis spread at Auschwitz And the most heartless part is that it happened under our whips Regardless it's stripped from the history books to question Manifesting destiny, a turkey effigies the lesson That's not to mention that Andrew Jackson is worse than Hitler Indian removal acts subtract the red man from the picture Giving liquor addictions, stick the victims on reservations To erase them from the past now can you grasp gentrification It's the same relation of debasing the population Now we waiting with all we can muster for Colonel Custer in big horns basin Freemasons do what they like to prototype our morals and dogmas Just to orchestrate you're rights and Albert Pike can be the author We lost to the orchestration of hidden organizations Now you're waiting for the decree of whoever leads the corporation (Hook - Coal Cash) So f** the Skull and Bones who stole the head off Geronimo And the history books who paint these people as a common foe f** a government who built a nation from a genocide With greedy politicians who would stand there and defend the lie f** the cowboy who came to murder off the buffalo With fat American faces choking on turkey when they stuff their throats f** America and the country they were building Land of the brave built on the grave of women and children [2x] Land of the brave built on the grave of women and children [4x] [Tabs] What a k**er, villainous actions and it's clear to see a legacy was left behind in genocide and tyranny Imperial decree they sailed the seas with a mission cuz breeding division seems to be a European tradition They welcomed us to shore without a nemesis determined But our intentions were devilish filled with treacherous subversion Inflict the flock with a smaller version of chicken pox The master plan of the dragon man when he landed on Plymouth rock Gave 'em fire water cuz liquor drives the madness Then fed them twisted lies like it would civilize the savage My little eyes can't manage this profound evil The way we conquer the indomitable spirit of a proud people With concentration camps but this wasn't Hitler's nation It was right here during Van Buren's administration Forced relocation of the Cherokee and the Seminole How readily we put all of this deviltry on a pedestal Was taught this as a young'un so this is nothing new to me Cruelty in abundance the way they were hunted brutally This is more than disgusting, this is f**ing lunacy For every little big horn there's about a hundred knees How ruthlessly surrounded by cowards on a dark night Filled with treacherous greed to put every seed under its sharp knife They weren't soldiers, they were mercenaries and head hunters Ignoring orders, raping daughters on the corpses of their dead mothers Only blood would satisfy, mind the devil was thirsty Murdered relentlessly on bended knee begging for mercy Using their boot heels to stomp out infants with savages To preserve the ammo, they'd eventually k** their parents with Such savagery, the cavalry gunned them down like live stock Can't give it a look, cuz it's in your history book's blind spot But my heart spit this when I see that dark picture No where to hide running for their lives in that harsh winter The country we were building, forever dishonored Picture dead children, let their vision settle upon ya We filled them full of metal till the rebels were goners And for their actions we gave them accolades and medals of honor They would never allowed themselves to crammed in a cage So they were k**ed where they were standing cuz they wouldn't abandon their ways Unmarked and ma**ive we're standing on the grave And it sickens me cuz were literally the land of the brave You ain't a patriot you make me sick, that's crazy logic There's nothing patriotic about raping ladies and maiming kids How insane it is when we embraced our inner beast And the insane thing is were doing the same thing to the middle-east So who's the savage the rightful owners of a stolen land Or the rifle owners who stole the land from their open hands Left a broken man, the frail impaled with fear We ended their line and all we left behind, was a trail of tears (Hook - Tabs)

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