Sand niggers have to
Feel pain, right?
Not enough to put them
In the grave
Patriot Act’s really brave
Gotta keep them all away
Bring Vietnam 2
To their homeland
Palestine’s not a
Real state, right?
He says we’ve spent
Seven trillion
In the desert, but
He lied
We’re better than
Those filming
Slow-mo det-cord
Executions
When we’ve got
Pig’s blood
Covering our
.45 ACP rounds
Ever seen
A sub-machine
Gun that could
Send you to hell?
Raze all the caves
Indescriminate
Raid every place
We can from the sky
Gotta glass Iraq
Helmets buried in sand
And go back to
Afghanastan
M4 bases sticking upright
Like tombstones
After their bombs burst
White phosphorus
We’ve got the budget
For air superiority
Thermal imaging
Burns them
Incinerates, immolates
By a finger snap
Drones deliver all the creed
Of beautiful heat bleed
Set fire to the unaware
These words to hear they need
It strikes to incite rage
Blood boils with fury
Air burst flurry
There’s this purge incoming
It’s scent is in the wind
Long before
It hits and gives you rage
Sleeper agent
Chemical
Action activation
Burning, choking
Life from lesions
On their skin;
We feel nothing
Blackbirds
See them
A10 Warthogs
BRRRRRT them
Blips on the ground
Going white hot
Chemicals care not
About the shock they awe
To the systems they all
Cascade upon
Spitfireworks
By strafing drones
Saudi Arabia: what about
Arab Spring?
We scorched Bagdhad
And Syria, too
Oceans apart from
Our empire, so called
As we load our rifles
In a round called “Jihawg”
Domestic paranoia
Leads to good things
Make America Great Again
With the soul of
A
Doomsday cult
We prepare for a collapse
To those who might threaten
Our puritain ideals
And militant alchemists
On our own home turf
We’re afraid of the culture
Overseas that we’re
Busy viciously pummelling
“Jihawg Ammo, produced in
The U.S. of A.
At our factory in
Spokane, Washington”
Kinda says all it needs
From our sand
To yours
Consume Reality! 