Rage Against The Machine: Bulls On Parade

Lyrics: Come wit it now Come wit it now The microphone explodes, shattering the molds Either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop Drop an don t copy yo, don t call this a coop Terror rains drenchin, quenchin tha thirst of tha power dons That five sided fistagon Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger Tha triggers cold empty ya purse Rally round tha family With a pocket full of shells They