Son Of A Bush Lyrics - Revolverlution - Public Enemy

Come on 

Come on 

Come on 

Come on 

Oh no, struck by greased lightning 

F by the same last name, you know what? 

China ain't never givin' back that gottdamn plane 

Must got this ol' nation trained on some kennel ration 

Refrain, the same train 

Fulla cocaine, froze the brain 

Have you forgotten, I been through the first term of rotten 

The father, the son and the holy bush-it we all in 

Don't look at me, I ain't callin' for no assassination 

I'm just sayin', sayin' who voted for this asshole of the nation 

Deja bush, crushed by the head rush 

When I wrote the first bum rush 

Saw you salute to the then vice prez 

Who did what raygun said 

And then became prez himself went for delf, knee deep in his damn self 

Stuck in a 3 headed bucket of trilateral bush-it 

Sorry ain't no better way of puttin' it, no you cannot freestyle this 

'Cause yo ass still ain't free if I fight for y'all and they get me 

Come on 

How many of y'all is comin' to get me? None 

'Cause it's easier to forget me 

Ain't that a bush, son of a bush is here all up in your zone 

You ain't never heard so much soul to the bone 

I told y'all when the first bush was tappin' my telephone 

Spy vs spy, can't truss 'em as you salute to the Illuminati 

You know what take your ass to your one millionth party 

(Come on) 

He's the son of a bad man 

He's the son of a bad man 

Son of a bad 

He's the son of a bad 

Son of a bad man 

He's the son of a bad man 

Son of a bad 

He's the son of a bad 

Son of a bad man 

He's the son of a bad man 

Son of a bad 

He's the son of a bad 

Son of a bad man 

He's the son of a bad man 

Son of a bad 

Now here's the pitch 

High and inside certified genocide 

(Come on) 

Ain't that a bush repeat ain't that a bush 

Out of nowhere headed to the hothouse? 

Killed 135 at the last count 

Texas bounce, Texas bounce 

(Come on) 

Cats in the cage got a ghost of a chance 

Of comin' back 

From your whack ass killin' machine 

Son of a bush ain't that a son of a bush 

Cats doin' bids for doin' the same bush shit that you did 

The father, serial killer kid, uh serial killer kid 

Go 

He's the son of a bad 

He's the son of a bad man 

He's the son of a bad man 

Son of a bad 

He's the son of a bad 

Son of a bad man 

He's the son of a bad man 

Son of a bad 

He's the son of a bad 

He's the son of a bad man 

He's the son of a bad man 

Son of a man 

He's the son of a bad 

Son of a bad man 

He's the son of a bad man 

Son of a bad 

The father, the son 

The father, the son 

The father, the son 

And the holy bush 

The father 

Come on 

The father 

Coke it's the real thing used to make you swing 

Used to be your thing 

Daddy had you under his wing, son of a bush 

Bringin' kilos to fill up silos you probably sniffed piles 

Got inmates in Texas scrubbin' tiles 

That shit is wild 

That shit is wild 

C I A child 

The father 

That shit is wild 

C I A child 

That shit is wild 

C I A child 

Come on 

That shit is wild 

C I A child 

He's the son of a bad 

He's the son of a bad man 

He's the son of a bad man 

Son of a bad 

He's the son of a bad 

Son of a bad man 

He's the son of a bad man 

Son of a bad 

Son of a bad man 

He's the son of a bad 

Son of a bad man 

He's the son of a bad 

Son of a bad 

He's the son of a bad man 

He's the son of a bad man 

He's the son of a bad 

Son of a bad man 

He's the son of a bad man 

Son of a bad man 

He's the son of a bad 

He's the son of a bad man 

He's the son of a bad 

He's the son of a bad man 

He's the son of a bad 

He's the son of a bad man