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John 5 Liberty

ladies I'm the master of the ceremony, go ahead, yell Put your hand in the air, bring the liberty bell I give you the John Hancock if you don't tell

of the united streets of a-fucking-merica. and Not to be fucked with, for which it stands, one nation, under the Dope game, with liberty and money for

this nation, birth of the systematic jack, from land grab to whips across black's back. No progress money means more humanity less, nothing done changed in this land of soaked bloodshed. Liberty

ladies I'm the master of the ceremony, go ahead, yell Put your hand in the air, bring the liberty bell I give you the John Hancock if you don't tell

're tyin your shoe But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's Occupied by the twins, bank robbers with large records Hard vest-es, '86 ga-ga John{?} Benatar rockin

of mainstream disaster And now that you know, no doubt you've been captured Caught buy pay attention and we'll let your thougts roam free The underground liberty

re tyin your shoe But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's Occupied by the twins, bank robbers with large records Hard vest-es, '86 ga-ga John{?} Benatar rockin