Revolutionary Betrayal

What made the Secret Service suddenly run-out?
A soldier walking past the white house with his gun-out
The president talk smack then hides like a bitch
From C-4 to mercury time to hit the switch
Can’t mess with Obama, don’t listen to Flo-Rida
But I’ll do you crackers just like al Qaida
Freedom of speech has brought nothing but trouble
Suddenly white neighborhoods are smoldering piles of rubble
Punks get boot-out and devils get threw-out
With cops from L.A. to New York, time for a shoot-out
This is what it is but you don’t like-it
Water in your reservoirs, I’ve decided to spike-it
From the boarded up window several shots were fired
When the smoke cleared five cops turned up expired
For all those fools who snitched-on-me
Got all mad and turned bitch-on-me
Turned me in to the feds to try and get rich-on-me
As fags wanting dicks you decided to switch-on-me
They couldn’t hold me, their system glitched-on-me
Worse than crabs on genitals you tried to itch-on-me
From the smell of your breath, them salads you toss-a-lot
Blazing through cop spots like Revolver Ocelot!

Aquil Aziz
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