Atheist Jihad

Soldiers bless, greed kills
Jesus died, teachers lose
Will you cry when the police die?
Will you cry when the lights go out?
Will you cry when Bambi comes back with a dynamite belt and a gun in his mouth?
Bankers win, sand bleeds
Thieves live on palaces, the rest on weed
The Dali Llama's got a Game Boy
Christina Ricci got a big forehead
Iraq ain't lookin' so good
But this motherfuckin' club is crunk
But outside of the club, it's like killing the lions and snakes
With blades of grass
Our pens have been banned on planes
Our blood is a phantom race
I don't want to be the Lord of the Rings
But I'm living in the Eye of the Tiger
Cokeheads got their panties in a bunch
Fear's by the flock and I see no art in it
When the permanent riot breaks out
You know who started it

This is an atheist jihad
To die in an artist's regime
Don't mean a damn thing
Ha, ha
This is an atheist jihad
To die in an artist's regime
Don't mean a damn thing
Hahaha...

If I was born a Hindu
I'm be singing this on a corner with a sitar and a 40
Eating a bag of Frito Lays
Screaming "who gives a fuck about gays in the military?"
It's not the draft that scares me
It's killing them when they come and get me
'Cause I'm shaving my head and dying my skin
And I'm leaving this bullshit country
Oops, already escaped! (Ha!)
And I'm almost there
When I'm 30, I'll have to start shooting
When I'm 50, start dying, but I've been dying for 26 years
Was you sad but sorta smiled when the towers fell?
There's only seven deadly sins
But you forgot about Sole and Bleubird

This is an atheist jihad
Booyaka, booyaka
An atheist jihad
Booyaka, booyaka
This is an atheist jihad
To die in an artist's regime
Don't mean a damn thing

Haha, it's my man Sole, back again
Heads was never ready
A lot of people be saying
My man be like, too political and shit
Be contradicting himself, but yo
But this year?
There ain't no time for that shit
Yo, let the games begin

Huh huh huh
Houston, we have a problem
Records is getting played, records is getting played
Houston, we have a problem
Honey is being made, records is gettin' played
Houston, we have a problem, punk...