Geto Boys - Fuck a War Lyrics

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*phone rings*

[Hello, could I speak with, Bushwick Bill?]
Hello, this is Bushwick, **********ing Bill
[Yes sir, I'm calling to inform you that you have been drafted
the United States military]
The United States wants me for what? Hahahaha
[Excuse me sir]
Hahaha, yeah yeah yeah, hey what's up?
[You need to contact your nearest recruiting office immeadiatly
I see your not hip to what's happenin'
I don't give a **** about you and all that bullshit you stressin'
**** a war
To explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this:

(Bushwick Bill)

********** a war, that's how I feel
Sendin' a ***** to a dentist to get killed
Cause two suckas can't agree on something
A thousand ************s died for nothing
You can't pay me to join an army camp
Or any other **********in' military branch
of this United goddman States of this ***** America
Be a soldier, what for?
They puttin' *****s on the front line
But when it comes to gettin' ahead, they put us way behind
I ain't gettin' my leg shot off
While Bush old *** on t.v. playin' golf
But when you come to my house with that draft ****
I'ma shoot your funky *** *****
A *****'ll die for a broil
But I ain't fightin' behind no gaddamn oil
Against **********as I don't know
Yo Bush! I ain't your damn hoe
The enemy is right here g, them foreigners never did **** me
All of those wasted lives
And only one or two get recognized
But what good is a medal when your dead? tell Uncle Sam I said

chorus x2 (Willie D)

I ain't goin' to war for a **** talkin' president
[**** **** **** a war]

(Bushwick Bill)

In Vietnam a lot of *****s died young
P.O.W.'s got hung
What the **** do I know about a grenade
All I know is the (????) in my 12 gauge
And what if that pin gets stuck?
Several more casualties show up
This **** remind me of a drive-by
More ************s die by accident than on purpose, why?
Cause they don't know what they doin'
They see if the coast is clear and they start persuin'
And that's when that booby trap springs, BOOM!
Blow a ************ to smithereens
They send a sucker to your folks, lookin' stupid
tellin' them you died in the line of duty
Or your *** is missing in action bro
Tryin' to be a damn hero
They bring your folks that duffle bag
The only **** they want to see is that doggy tag
Hopin' that the worryin' will cease
And your *** will be home in one damn piece
But my mom ain't gotta worry about that there
Cause I ain't dyin' in the middle of nowhere
Another statistic, a body in a drawer
Man! mother **** a war!

Chorus x2

Your lucky that I ain't the president
Cause I'll push the ****in' button and get it over wit
**** all that waitin' and procrastinatin'
And all that goddamn negotiatin'
Flyin' back and fourth overseas
And havin' lunch and brunch with the **********in' enemy
I'll aim one missile at Iraq
And blow that little piece of **** off the map
Yeah, I wouldn't give a **** (????)
Cause I'm tired of payin' these high *** gas prices
Only the rich benefit, it'll be a cold day in hell before I enlist
To eat **** out a can like a worm
And everyday wear the same damn uniform
(????) breakin' on my funky *** feet
Skin crawlin' cause I ain't took baths in weeks
Not knowin' if I'm comin' home or not
And if I do, I'll probably be shell shocked
I couldn't get a job just a free burial
You know how Uncle Sam treat it's veterans
Absolutely no respect
Get a plate in your head, lose a leg, you might get a check
Or a gaddamn star, you can have that ****
Mother **** a war!


Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Rebel Rap Family
  • 2 We Can't Be Stopped
  • 3 Homie Don't Play That
  • 4 Another Nigger in the Morgue
  • 5 Chuckie
  • 6 Mind Playing Tricks on Me
  • 7 I'm Not a Gentleman
  • 8 Gota Let Your Nuts Hang
  • 9 Fuck a War
  • 10 Ain't With Being Broke
  • 11 Quickie
  • 12 Punk-Bitch Game
  • 13 The Other Level
  • 14 Trophy