What A Killer

Yeah. Yo this fucking country makes me sick. You fat fucks stuffing your face at Thanksgiving. And it's all good right? Yeah it's all good. America's fucking great, land of the brave. Yeah cuz we fucking killed the braves. The Indian braves. And then we eat a turkey, that's like an Indian head dress cuz they the fucking turkey. And you're the fucking turkey eating a turkey. Dumb ass mothafucka. Some stuffing up your asshole. Everything's a bunch of bullshit yo. Yeah, yeah, fuck NWO man, fuck all that bullshit. 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 fuck the Skull and Bones who stole the head off Geronimo
And the history books who paint these people as a common foe
Fuck a government who built a nation from a genocide
With greedy politicians who would stand there and defend the lie
Fuck the cowboy who came to murder off the buffalo
With fat American faces choking on turkey when they stuff their throats
Fuck America and the country they were building
Land of the brave built on the grave of women and children
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Land of the brave built on the grave of women and children
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[Tabs]

What a killer, 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 fucking 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 kill 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 killed where they were standing cuz they wouldn't abandon their ways
Unmarked and massive 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)