Hello,
can I speak with Bushwick Bill?
Hello, this is Bushwick Bill.
Motherfucking Bill.
Yes, sir, I'm calling to inform you
that you've been drafted into the United States military.
United States wants me for what?
Excuse me, sir.
Bushwick.
Hi,
what's up?
You need to contact your nearest recruiting office immediately,
please.
I see you're not here to tell us what's happening.
I don't give a * about you and all that bullshit you're stressing.
* a war.
To explain,
let me kick it to you a little something like this.
Motherfuck a war! That's how I feel!
Send a nigga to the dentist, get killed.
Cartoon suckers can't agree on something.
Thousands of motherfuckers died for nothing.
You can't pay me to join an army camp or
any other motherfucking military branch.
I've been sent out of the goddamn states to that bitch America,
be a soldier once more.
They put niggas on the front line,
but when the cops are getting their head,
they put us way behind.
I ain't getting my leg shot off while
Bush don't last on TV playing golf.
But when he comes to my house with that draft *,
I'm gonna shoot your funky ass,
bitch.
A nigga died for a brawl,
but ain't fighting behind no goddamn wall.
Against motherfuckers I don't know.
Yo, Bush,
I ain't your damn ho.
They're enemies right here,
G. They're far as they never did * to me.
All of those wasted lives,
and only one or two get recognized.
But what good is a medal when you're dead?
Tell her, cause fam I said.
I ain't going to war for a *-talking president.
*, *, * a war.
I ain't going to war for a *-talking president.
*, *, * a war.
In Vietnam a lot of niggas died young.
POWs got hung.
What the * do I know about a grenade?
All I know is the cops are my 12 gauge.
And when that pen gets stuck,
several more captain's teeth show up.
That * remind me of a drive-by.
More motherfuckers die by accident than on purpose.
Why?
Cause they don't know what they're doing.
They see the coast is clear,
and they start pursuing.
And that's when that booby trap spring.
Boom!
Throw a motherfucker in a smithereen.
They send a sucker to your folks looking stupid.
Telling you died in a line of duty.
All your asses missing in action, bro.
Trying to be a damn hero.
They're bringing folks that duffel back.
The only * they want to see is that doggy tag.
Hoping that the war will cease.
And your ass is still being one damn piece.
But my mom ain't got to worry about that then.
Cause I ain't dying in the middle of nowhere.
I know the statistics.
I'm probably in a draw.
Man, motherfucker war.
I ain't going to walk for a *-talking president.
Motherfucker war.
I ain't going to walk for a *-talking president.
Motherfucker war.
Y'all lucky that I ain't the president.
Cause I'll put the * president over with.
* all that waiting and procrastinating.
And all that goddamn negotiating.
Flying back and forth overseas.
And having lunch and brunch with the motherfucking enemy.
I'll lay one misledding right and blow
that little piece of * off the map.
Yeah, I wouldn't give a * who it actually is.
Cause I'm tired of paying these high-ass gas prices.
Only the rich benefit of being cold as hell before I even listen.
To eat * out of a can like a worm.
And every day wear the same * uniform.
Salt breaking on my funky ass feet.
Skin-coloured cause I ain't took baths in weeks.
Not knowing if I'm coming home or not.
And if I do, I'll probably be shell-shocked.
I couldn't get a job just to free burrito.
You know I'm a 17-year veteran.
Absolutely no respect.
Get a break and you half-lose a leg,
you might get a check or a goddamn star.
You can have that *, motherfucker.
I ain't going to walk for a *-talking president.
I ain't going to walk for a *-talking president.