Zaphyria - Fugazi Lyrics

You've got blood on your hands from the death of millions
Taking pretty little pennies off of all of the civilians
Your eyes are green, but your smile is red
Imma take away your pride while I crack open your head
Take it easy, wouldn't wanna touch a nerve
You ask for no excuses, that's the only thing you serve
You wanna talk serving the country
For pigs counting up money
People stealing in millions
Man, how the f*ck is this funny?
How the hell is it that you don't seem to care
A fist full of cash, put your ass up in the air
In tidy, whitey, mighty shorts
I might just stick my foot up in there
And decimate you in the court
It's not likely for the problem to be fixed
There's a lot that they can handle, but reality ain't it
Accusation and some evidence just won't cut it
Cause tearing up the government is not in budget
Budge it punk, move
Who the hell do you think that you are talking to?
I learnt about bands hungry men like you
Should've stayed in your mansion with five swimming pools
Yo get out bitch, leave
A degrading look and some rolled up sleeves
You're the man, yes I'm sorry you're in charge
Charging with your rich ass through the boulevard
Yo, tell em get out bitch, go
With degrading look for this criminal flow
I should call your mom and tell her what a pussy she raised
And then you finally get a straight slap to the face
Nah
F*ck that, you deserve a lot more
The clock is ticking faster than it ever was before
You're violence and assault is catching up
Caught up to you and now you're out of luck
Yo, f*ck you, mister fugazi
You run and tell the telegraph that you're so sorry
Cry us a river and make it salty
F*ck you, punk-ass mister fugazi
What
It's not likely for the problem to be fixed
There's a lot that they can handle, but reality ain't it
Accusation and some evidence just won't cut it
Cause tearing up the government is not in budget
Budge it punk, move
Who the f*ck do you think that you are talking to?
I learnt about bands hungry men like you
Should've stayed in your mansion with five swimming pools
Yo get out bitch, leave
A degrading look and some rolled up sleeves
You're the man, yes I'm sorry you're in charge
Charging with your rich ass through the boulevard
Yo, tell em get out bitch, go
Lock me in a jail cell for this criminal flow
I should call your mom and tell her what a pussy she raised
And then you finally get a straight slap to the face, hmm
You've got blood on your hands from the death of millions
Taking pretty little pennies off of all of the civilians
Your eyes are green, but your smile is red
Imma take away your pride while I crack open your head
Yeah
Yeah
Come on, Imma, Imma, Imma, what
Yeah
Crack
Imma take away your pride while I crack open your head
The river is red
The river is red
Mister fugazi hey, hey, hey
Misters fugazi
Yeah, Yeah
Mister fugazi