Yeah. Yo this fucking country makes me sick. You fat fucks stuffing your face at Thanksgiving. And it's all good right? Yeah it's all good. America's fucking great, land of the brave. Yeah cuz we fucking killed the braves. The Indian braves. And then we eat a turkey, that's like an Indian head dress cuz they the fucking turkey. And you're the fucking turkey eating a turkey. Dumb ass mothafucka. Some stuffing up your asshole. Everything's a bunch of bullshit yo. Yeah, yeah, fuck NWO man, fuck all that bullshit. No more games yo

[Coal Cash]

We haven't been safe since old order washed ashore

When they came over the water, with slaughter to march for war

But not before they bartered their blankets for more supplies

And at length they gave thanks at a banquet for our demise

Then fed us heartless lies to marginalize the natives

Then waited around with vultures til the culture's emaciated

Insatiated with whiskey, they inundated 'em quickly

Uninoculated a small pox, all would drop to fall sickly

And this spread from Cortez, whose ship's would paint the shores red

Then fled with the gold, hard to do what you're told when you're dead

And y'all pledge to dread, like what Nazis spread at Auschwitz

And the most heartless part is that it happened under our whips

Regardless it's stripped from the history books to question

Manifesting destiny, a turkey effigies the lesson

That's not to mention that Andrew Jackson is worse than Hitler

Indian removal acts subtract the red man from the picture

Giving liquor addictions, stick the victims on reservations

To erase them from the past now can you grasp gentrification

It's the same relation of debasing the population

Now we waiting with all we can muster for Colonel Custer in big horns basin

Freemasons do what they like to prototype our morals and dogmas

Just to orchestrate you're rights and Albert Pike can be the author

We lost to the orchestration of hidden organizations

Now you're waiting for the decree of whoever leads the corporation

(Hook - Coal Cash)

So fuck the Skull and Bones who stole the head off Geronimo

And the history books who paint these people as a common foe

Fuck a government who built a nation from a genocide

With greedy politicians who would stand there and defend the lie

Fuck the cowboy who came to murder off the buffalo

With fat American faces choking on turkey when they stuff their throats

Fuck America and the country they were building

Land of the brave built on the grave of women and children

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Land of the brave built on the grave of women and children

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[Tabs]

What a killer, villainous actions and it's clear to see a legacy was left behind in genocide and tyranny

Imperial decree they sailed the seas with a mission cuz breeding division seems to be a European tradition

They welcomed us to shore without a nemesis determined

But our intentions were devilish filled with treacherous subversion

Inflict the flock with a smaller version of chicken pox

The master plan of the dragon man when he landed on Plymouth rock

Gave 'em fire water cuz liquor drives the madness

Then fed them twisted lies like it would civilize the savage

My little eyes can't manage this profound evil

The way we conquer the indomitable spirit of a proud people

With concentration camps but this wasn't Hitler's nation

It was right here during Van Buren's administration

Forced relocation of the Cherokee and the Seminole

How readily we put all of this deviltry on a pedestal

Was taught this as a young'un so this is nothing new to me

Cruelty in abundance the way they were hunted brutally

This is more than disgusting, this is fucking lunacy

For every little big horn there's about a hundred knees

How ruthlessly surrounded by cowards on a dark night

Filled with treacherous greed to put every seed under its sharp knife

They weren't soldiers, they were mercenaries and head hunters

Ignoring orders, raping daughters on the corpses of their dead mothers

Only blood would satisfy, mind the devil was thirsty

Murdered relentlessly on bended knee begging for mercy

Using their boot heels to stomp out infants with savages

To preserve the ammo, they'd eventually kill their parents with

Such savagery, the cavalry gunned them down like live stock

Can't give it a look, cuz it's in your history book's blind spot

But my heart spit this when I see that dark picture

No where to hide running for their lives in that harsh winter

The country we were building, forever dishonored

Picture dead children, let their vision settle upon ya

We filled them full of metal till the rebels were goners

And for their actions we gave them accolades and medals of honor

They would never allowed themselves to crammed in a cage

So they were killed where they were standing cuz they wouldn't abandon their ways

Unmarked and massive we're standing on the grave

And it sickens me cuz were literally the land of the brave

You ain't a patriot you make me sick, that's crazy logic

There's nothing patriotic about raping ladies and maiming kids

How insane it is when we embraced our inner beast

And the insane thing is were doing the same thing to the middle-east

So who's the savage the rightful owners of a stolen land

Or the rifle owners who stole the land from their open hands

Left a broken man, the frail impaled with fear

We ended their line and all we left behind, was a trail of tears

(Hook - Tabs)