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the thought - smack a bitch كلمات الأغنية

[hook: the thought]
y’all wanna smack a b_tch? you think you’re savage?
i bought a .32 caliber, i hope it’s accurate!
oh it’s an act, innit? that doesn’t matter
i’ll leave you on the floor (on the floor) jaw shattered
“law_abiding citizens” acting innocent?
what they really want is ignorance _ god’s ladder
i hope your kids are impotent _ the wrong data
visions of us ridding all our cities of the pastors

[verse: the thought]
i’m ignorant of fashion, but attacking a fascist
is a pastime to me, put on their ass and then drag ‘em
they went harassing a dragon, then came back on a wagon
pouring gas on the cabin like dorner actually action jackson
get your seatbelt fastened, or you’ll never know what happened
go from running rampant, to damaged, and laying in bandages
the animus you gathering coming back with a savagery
you ain’t fathomed, have you? have you bl__dy and staggering!
i just want some violence, aiming in your direction
all the lives that died from dialing your profession, they need correction
you should rock a smile, i won’t be taking your pension
just want “no pay” for suspended, day in court for suspected
like depriving your department of wife_beaters and night_sticks
keep you counting meters and not leaving out white kids
easy for the leaders just to feed you assignments
‘cause like it or not, well, “we the people”, your clients!
[hook: the thought]
y’all wanna smack a b_tch? you think you’re savage?
i bought a .32 caliber, i hope it’s accurate!
oh it’s an act, innit? that doesn’t matter
i’ll leave you on the floor (on the floor) jaw shattered
“law_abiding citizens” acting innocent?
what they really want is ignorance _ god’s ladder
i hope your kids are impotent _ the wrong data
visions of us ridding all our cities of the pastors

[verse: whose]
get your hands out of my dinner plate
lots of studio time, so i don’t see a waste
you walk with pork, and now we know, that you’ll get pegged by jakes
contaminated the spot, mocked, and led astray
and i don’t wanna get locked by the wrist
i just hop off the grid and walk out through the mist
come any closer, i just might palm the fifth
sleeping naked with a dog is some white girl sh_t, for real
and i’m just tryna get these bars off
voices in my ear like bogdan in the car wash
starting talks with the wrong one, josh johnson
something goes wrong, i just pause and cl!ck the pocket watch
on the hunt for some sloppy top
i have risen, lift the coffin off
you’re calling back_up on your walkie talk?
i hit the b_tton, throw the coughing on
[hook: the thought]
y’all wanna smack a b_tch? you think you’re savage?
i bought a .32 caliber, i hope it’s accurate!
oh it’s an act, innit? that doesn’t matter
i’ll leave you on the floor (on the floor) jaw shattered
“law_abiding citizens” acting innocent?
what they really want is ignorance _ god’s ladder
i hope your kids are impotent _ the wrong data
visions of us ridding all our cities of the pastors

[verse: aaron sawyer]
dealing with the fallout of a fascist_ass police state
i paid off all the lobbyists and walked off with a briefcase
accosting melanin, will my brothers ever be safe?
i guess we’ll never know, ‘cause this assassination’s prepaid
feed my people needles, keep ‘em scratching like a dj
i would rather speak the truth than tuck my tail and be safe
the judge is the free mase, the racist is the da
and all the greatest drugs are coming from the dea
the cia gon’ read my case and be like
“hey, yo he’s white! yay! he’ll be free by day!”
it’ll seem i’m safe and they’ll delete my case
until the sacklers come in and f_cking seize my bank
yeah, the blind mice of the zeitgeist
are anxious at the middle of the pyramid scheme, type tight
they could bleed my life while i’m asleep at night
but at least i’m not a f_cking crooked cop that beats my wife

- the thought

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