From the recording We The People
This current war in Iran is BOHICA!
BEND OVER, HERE IT COMES AGAIN!
Lyrics
"for your safety",
[Verse 1]
"Yo, check the mic, one-two, is this thing on?"
Do Ya ever wake up, just really pissed off?,
Like the first person to say sumthin' stupid, will get cold cocked?,
Phone ringing...fuckin' non-stop,
Feet hasn't hit the floor yet. But I knew sumthin' was wrong,
It's my producer already mad sayin'..."Yo...Redcon!"
He said.."Local radio refuses to play your songs!"
"It's your lyrics bro! Your just spittin shit too raw,"
"U gotta tone it down an stop sayin' the word "fag" in a bar,"
"Cursin' won't get u spins, u gotta understand the day we livin',"
So I said: "Hold up yo....fuck that shit,"
Cuz i ain't bout to sell out my first amendment,
So Middle fingers up to cancel culture and censorship,
The snowflakes can just take offense to those I offend,
I dont give a fuck, cuz I haven't even started to get offensive,
See...there's a military word for this kinda shit,
And it goes sumthin like this...yo!
[Bridge]
Here's a little term...not many knows,
BOHICA!
For those little germs... everybody knows!
BOHICA!
Yeah! Bend over! Here it comes again!
[Pre-Chorus]
BOHICA (Yeah!)
BOHICA (Oh Boy!)
Bend over. Here it comes again!
BOHICA (Yeah!)
BOHICA (Oh Boy!)
[Chorus -]
BOHICA
Yeah! Bend over! here it comes again!
Another lie; from the social trends,
BOHICA
Grab your ankles and your fucking friends!
This bullshit circus. It never, ever, ends!
BOHICA!,
Same ol' story! Same damn sins!
So Welcome to the shit show!
Where the truth just pretends!
Yeah! So Bend on over! here it comes again!
[Verse 2]
Then u got a girl thats, spendin all your green,
Another paycheck vaporized by her and Uncle Sam's gangrene.
My girl's on a mission see, a fiscal demolition,
Her Amazon cart's a nuclear demolition.
If the fund's aren't there, she gets to bitchin',
Even tho she has a only fans and grinder,
My choices in life is, a rhythmic reminder,
That my economic future's behind a blind'er.
Cuz my car's check engine light is a permanent fixture,
My mechanic's a vulture, a goddamn slickster.
He says "It's the flux capacitor, plus the thingamajig,"
Three grand later, I get back, the same piece of shit rig.
My so-called buddy, he hit me for a loan,
Said he was in a bind, all alone.
Next day I see him on a 'Gram post straight flexin' a key,
In Vegas with some hooker, I hope he gets a fuckin' S.T.D,
It's just a symphony of "fuck me,"
When life slaps back screamin "Bitch Please!"
Gotta throw that bitch back, on her knees,
Stand on up. Yeah...get back in rhythm,
And say: "Alright dicks in, tools out, let’s fuck this chicken.”
[Bridge]
It's a little term...not many knows,
BOHICA!
For those little germs... everybody knows!
BOHICA!
Yeah! Bend over! Here it comes again!
[Pre-Chorus]
BOHICA (Yeah!)
BOHICA (Oh Boy!)
Bend over. Here it comes again!
BOHICA (Yeah!)
BOHICA (Oh Boy!)
[Chorus Repeat]
[Verse 3]
Ewww Buddy!
Shit's gettin' ugly
I’m so poor they repossessed the hole in my pocket.
But still went to the bar....to start a riot,
With cheap whiskey and a nicotine haze.
Everyone looking at me like I'm crazed,
The bar is a zoo, a menagerie of clowns,
I'm Runnin' on the fumes, all outta bounds,
Some dude starts cryin' 'bout his existential dread,
I tell him "At least your wife ain't fuckin' your uncle Ted."
He don't laugh, just stares into his beer,
Another soul annihilated by the fear.
The news on the TV is a firehose of dread,
Some politician's gettin' dome, some are givin' head.
To a corporate lobbyist in a multi-gender stall,
Cash Patels F.B.I, is transparent as his Redacted balls,
While we all decode the shit, from his Epsteen redacted wall,
It's universally understood that, the world's a tilt-a-whirl,
Tryna find some peace in this chaotic world.
But if the peace is a myth, a fable, a sham,
Just bend over and prepare for the ram.
[Final Bridge]
So if everyday and extra on hump day!
your the one gettin' humped,
If your spirit's been frisked and your soul's been dumped.
Life can suck and life can get fucked,
But Before you go and suck start a shotgun,
Chill Bro! Just take it on the run,
And Know, that u ain't the only one!,
[Final Chorus]
