E2

trap. · 02-03-2013, 05:09 PM

Peacemongers
...after the book

Well it’s one, two, three—what Are we fighting for?

Most would say we conquer nations—& though it’s plain to see
We always maintain our claims are in the name of peace
I see George Bush in a cartouche smiting his enemies’ untruth
But they run loose—you can’t ever keep em all under one roof
The U.S. just might be the bully that says we don’t hit for fun
But to us Americans, disarmament means go get your gun
Won’t this be dumb? To see how many more enemies we make
& all those contingency plans… well, they better be in place
We’re going there to stand out—maybe take the damn crown
I get the feeling G Dub just wants to make his dad proud
So put your hands down—there’s no question he’s impetuous
His directive is at best a quest for inner detriment
I tried to protest the other day, but I got pushed off calm
When I said motherfuckers need to Drop Bush not bombs
It’s awful to breed hate—so solve it with a six pack of beer
I’m all for regime change… as long as it happens here
President, the fact is we need you—fuck the Axis of Evil
Did you know that most of their citizens are actually people?
Every deception seen seems to mean they’re the next to bleed
& plus the fact it’s ecstasy over there with the Texas Tea
You bet we’re taking the oil… or have it sold like cheap as fuck
But are they really weak enough to reach for us & deconstruct?
I’m afraid our congress are using their assholes to pee
They just wanna go to war so their gas’ll get cheap
We can’t go without proof—& so it’s not prudent
Cause it’s sounds too close to shit—like a Colin Powell movement
This shit, man—I think it’s getting hot—so we should really stop
Even though it’s flattering to have the English on our cock
No one lost in the arms race, they just bought up the farm late
& we don’t wanna get caught between Iraq and a hard place

(sentiments expressed are not necessarily shared by author)

i'm still PmP though

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Grad Lab adlib

Yo it’s E2, Everyman, Evan’s hand that don’t exist
Like Detmer on the sixth, kids, I’m back up in this bitch
Better crack open your text and turn to the apologia
Just read it to yourselves and learn to relax in comas
Here’s a little bit of humility, I’m impotent and it’s killing me
But I’m still giving a thumbs-up—phallic symbol of fertility
Living a life that might not be mine after all
As I lie back and fall off of Skylab then crawl…
From the Norfolk Islands, all the way to Northern Ireland
Cause the legendary are allowed to ignore retirement
I keep pounding the perilous down to embarrassment
Use to teach at Prowlers, but now I’m emeritus
I’m a bleeding heart attack survivor, I’ve been around the block
Not only the one in my artery but the one on which I walk
And I’ve seen you on your fake ass, fiending just to lay track
Searching for some hypodermic needle in a haystack
I’ll fuck with your heads till you got so much to regret
You could never sleep on me like procrustean beds.

Hi.

02-03-2013, 05:09 PM	#4
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Peacemongers ...after the book Well it’s one, two, three—what Are we fighting for? Most would say we conquer nations—& though it’s plain to see We always maintain our claims are in the name of peace I see George Bush in a cartouche smiting his enemies’ untruth But they run loose—you can’t ever keep em all under one roof The U.S. just might be the bully that says we don’t hit for fun But to us Americans, disarmament means go get your gun Won’t this be dumb? To see how many more enemies we make & all those contingency plans… well, they better be in place We’re going there to stand out—maybe take the damn crown I get the feeling G Dub just wants to make his dad proud So put your hands down—there’s no question he’s impetuous His directive is at best a quest for inner detriment I tried to protest the other day, but I got pushed off calm When I said motherfuckers need to Drop Bush not bombs It’s awful to breed hate—so solve it with a six pack of beer I’m all for regime change… as long as it happens here President, the fact is we need you—fuck the Axis of Evil Did you know that most of their citizens are actually people? Every deception seen seems to mean they’re the next to bleed & plus the fact it’s ecstasy over there with the Texas Tea You bet we’re taking the oil… or have it sold like cheap as fuck But are they really weak enough to reach for us & deconstruct? I’m afraid our congress are using their assholes to pee They just wanna go to war so their gas’ll get cheap We can’t go without proof—& so it’s not prudent Cause it’s sounds too close to shit—like a Colin Powell movement This shit, man—I think it’s getting hot—so we should really stop Even though it’s flattering to have the English on our cock No one lost in the arms race, they just bought up the farm late & we don’t wanna get caught between Iraq and a hard place (sentiments expressed are not necessarily shared by author) i'm still PmP though ----------------------- Grad Lab adlib Yo it’s E2, Everyman, Evan’s hand that don’t exist Like Detmer on the sixth, kids, I’m back up in this bitch Better crack open your text and turn to the apologia Just read it to yourselves and learn to relax in comas Here’s a little bit of humility, I’m impotent and it’s killing me But I’m still giving a thumbs-up—phallic symbol of fertility Living a life that might not be mine after all As I lie back and fall off of Skylab then crawl… From the Norfolk Islands, all the way to Northern Ireland Cause the legendary are allowed to ignore retirement I keep pounding the perilous down to embarrassment Use to teach at Prowlers, but now I’m emeritus I’m a bleeding heart attack survivor, I’ve been around the block Not only the one in my artery but the one on which I walk And I’ve seen you on your fake ass, fiending just to lay track Searching for some hypodermic needle in a haystack I’ll fuck with your heads till you got so much to regret You could never sleep on me like procrustean beds. Hi.