VIETNOW

Turn off tha radio, nah fuck it 
Turn it off, fear is your only god 
On tha radio, nah fuck it 
Turn it off, fear is your only god 
On tha radio, nah fuck it 
Your savior's my guillotine, crosses 
And kerosine 
Merge on tha networks, slagin' nerve gas 
Up jump tha boogie then bang, 
Let 'em hang 
While tha paranoid try ta stuff tha void 
Let's capture this am mayhem 
Undressed, and blessed by the Lord 
Tha power pedulum swings by tha 
Umbillical cord 
Shock around the clock, from noon 
'Til noon 
Men grabbin' they mics, and stuff 'em into tha 
Womb 
Terror tha product ya push 
Well I'm a truth addict, oh shit I gotta head 
Rush 
Tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes 
Thrown from tha throat, new cages an scapegoats 
Undressed and blesses by tha lord 
Tha same devil that run around managua wit a sword 
Check tha new style that ollie found 
I tune in wit a bullet ta shut down 
Tah devil sound 
Tha program of Vietnow 
Flex tha cerebellum, fire 
Somebody gotta shell 'em 
Those evil angels lists, hittin' tha am 
Playlost, paid ta say this 
That one inhuman, illegal, signle woman tha one 
Without a room 
The transmission wippin' our backs 
Comin' down like bats from Stacey Coon 
Terror tha product ya push 
Well I'm a truth addict oh shit I got a head rush 
Tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes 
Throw from tha throat, new cages and scapegoats 
One caution tha mics a detonate unwound ta 
Shutdown tha devil sound 
Check tha heads bow in Vietnow 
Is all the world jails and churches?