The Coup: We’ve got the Guilotine!

From Max Keiser’s blog. The Coup with:  We’ve got the Guillotine!
A little Monday morning easy listening!

Hey, you
We got your war
We’re at the gates
We’re at your door
Hey, you
We got your war
We’re at the gates
We’re at your door

We got the guillotine
We got the guillotine, you better run
We got the guillotine
We got the guillotine, you better run
We got the guillotine
We got the guillotine, you better run
We got the guillotine
We got the guillotine, you better run

We wanna thank you for flyin with us
We know you coulda stayed home, just cried and cussed
May all your guns go off if it’s time to bust
May all their tanks have time to rust
They got the armies turnin bullets into gold
They got the hookers turnin tricks in the cold
And everytime the police kicks in the do
An angel gas-brakes-dips in The O
And even if a D-boy flips him a O
It ain’t enough to buy shit anymo
Sleep in the doorway, piss on the floor
Look in the sky wait for missiles to show
It’s finna blow, cuz
They got the TV- we got the truth
They own the judges and we got the proof
We got hella people- they got helicopters
They got the bombs and we got the- we got the

We got the guillotine
We got the guillotine, you better run
We got the guillotine
We got the guillotine, you better run
We got the guillotine
We got the guillotine, you better run
We got the guillotine
We got the guillotine, you better run

Don’t talk about, it’s not a show
Be about it, it’s bout to blow
Don’t talk about, it’s not a show
Be about it, it’s bout to blow

I just spit the dope lines
I don’t snort em
Tell the boss to call police to escort him
You don’t write all them lies, you just quote em
Get offline, plug in to this modem
No you can’t out-vote em
The rules are still golden
Only jewels we holdin
is if we guardin our scrotum
If you press your ear to the turf that is stolen
You can hear the sound of limitations explodin
Please, sir, may we have another portion?
We’re children of the beast that dodged the abortion
Neck placed firm tween the floor and their florsheim
We’ll shut your shit down- don’t call it extortion
Caution- we’re coming for your head
So call the feds and get files to shred
Every textbook read said bring you the bread
But guess what we got you instead

We got the guillotine
We got the guillotine, you better run
We got the guillotine
We got the guillotine, you better run
We got the guillotine
We got the guillotine, you better run
We got the guillotine
We got the guillotine, you better run

Let’s keep it bangin like a shotgun
We’re in a war before we fought one
Now if you’re tired of workin so they can play-
A common enemy, we got one
Now keep it bangin like a shotgun
We’re in a war before we fought one
Now if you’re tired of workin so they can play-
A common enemy, we got one

Don’t talk about, it’s not a show
Be about it, it’s bout to blow
Don’t talk about, it’s not a show
Be about it, it’s bout to blow

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