This is a song about "Iraq"

Lets strap the president with an m4 drop him off in iraq and tell wm good luck

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Lets strap the president with an m4 drop him off in iraq and tell wm good luck

I'll make you feel like you're being stoned in iraq

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

In baghdad, iraq only wealthy live happily

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Exploding to the pad like an iraq

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Then sent his ass to iraq, but unlike osama, his ass was the one that got smashed in,

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

Form the towers to iraq

He say, she say." oh my god