Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits
The holy war, the spiritual troops
World world war 3 bout to be known
Put my number in your phone
Will i ever win the war
And slid back north of course to pen more
But fuck with me, boy, that means war
And there's little to be glad for
When my competition ain't much
You dudes 2 weak 2 speak learn sign language
Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers
World war one two, plague and dead jews i still got the souvenirs
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