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Heart Attack - Oh My God lyrics
(Chorus)
 Oh-my, oh- my God!
 Out here mama the got us livin' suicide
 singin' oh-my, oh-my God!
 Out here mama the got us livin' genocide
 Slam bam I come unseen
 but like gasoline you van tell I'm in the tank
 Like money in the bank
 I smell appealing, but I'm toxic, can send ya reeling
 without an inklin, keep ya thinkin'
 'Cause you gave cash to the feds, left your school district for dead
 fucked you up in the head, but still they sayin' nothin's wrong
 Selling firewater but outlawing the bong
 still believing the system is workin'
 anonymous notes left in the pockets and coats
 of judges and juries from 'Frisco to Jersey
 Threats and protests politicinas mob debts
 trumped up charges and phony arrests
 Stage a lethal injection, th enight before the election
 'cause he got donations from the prison guard's union
(Chorus)
 Listen in to my stethoscope on a rope
 Internal lullabies, human cries
 Thumps and silence, the language of violence
 algorithmic, cataclysmic, seismic, biorhytmic
 You can make a life longer, but how can you save it
 You can make a clone and then try to enslave it?
 Stealin' DNA samples from the unborn
 and then you comin' after usHeart Attack - Oh My God - http://motolyrics.com/heart-attack/oh-my-god-lyrics.html
 'cause we sampled a James Brown horn?
 Scientists who's God is progress
 a four-headed sheep is their latest project
 The CIA runnin' like that Jones from Indiana
 But they stil won't talk about that (Jim) Jones
 (People's Temple mass suicide) in Guyana
 This ain't no cartoon no one slips on bananas
 Do you really think that that car killed Diana
 Hell I shot Ronald Reagan, I shot JFK
 I slept with Marylin (Monroe) she sung me happy birthday singin'
(Chorus)
 Well politicians got lipstick on the collar
 the whole media started to holler
 But I don't give a fuck who they screwin' in private
 I wanna know who they screwin' in public
 Robbin', cheatin',stealin', white collar criminal, McDonald eatin', you
 deserve a beatin'
 Send you home a wheepin', with a fat bill for your Carribean weekend
 For just about anything they can bust us
 false advertising sayin' ''halls of justice''
 You tellin' the youth don't be so violent
 then you drop bombs on every single continent
 Mandatory minimum sentencin'
 'cause he got caught with a pucket full of medicine
 Do that again another ten up in the pen
 I feel so mad I wanna bomb an institution singin'
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