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Evil Empire Evil Empire

Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me I can see you in front of me, front of me Ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me Why don't you get from in front of me She's

Yeah I'm rollin' down rodeo with a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin' down rodeo

fuck it, turn it off Fear is your only God on the radio Nah fuck it, your Saviour, my guillotine Crosses and kerosene Flex the cerebellum, fire, uh Somebody gotta shell 'em These evil

Flip this capital eclipse The vocal tone has got 'em sweatin' their own apocalypse Yes, rebel of the grains stand masterless The masked one's cap one,

Uh, got no card so I got no soul Life is prison, no parole, no control The jura got my number on a wire tap 'Cause I jack for similac, fuck a Cadillac

can't fight them with songs But think of this as just another tiny blow against the Empire Another blow against the Evil Empire Just another blow against the Evil Empire

Fordítás: Joe Jackson. Evil Empire.

: This microphone explodes, shattering the molds Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha Fuck off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make

: Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo