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Kam - Wardance

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[Kam]
Do the Wardance

I`m from the tribe of Shabazz
Where every dead peep burned earns you another feather in your head
Peep the pilgrim killa, protectin` my villa, collectin` my scrilla
Wanted this native outlaw squaw thrilla
Young brave, ex-slave walkin` the straight narrow
Stalkin`, with my bow and arrow
I shoot, get the loot
I pluck ‘em up by the root
I never stick ‘em soft, I`m pick ‘em off like fruit
This is my territory, Yankees wanna block us in
Like a flock of hens
Steppin` on my ?malkasin?
I send up a smoke signal with the drums beatin`
Callin` all braves, time for a meetin`
Lets pow wow with the chief tonight around the fire
Cus this man is a murderin` thief, and a liar
So we chant ourselves into a trance
Put away them peace pipes, cus it`s time to do the Wardance

Do the Wardance

I rides out on a course to attack with force
Bareback on my horse, showin` no remorse
About a prior slaughter that I just committed
I guess that firewater must of did it
All I remember was a loud noise, then one louder
Then ten cowboys layed out smellin` like gunpowder
There was a signal for the ambush
To light a stick of dynamite and wait right behind a damn bush
For them to catch it
Fuck leaving shell cases; grab my hatchet
And start scalpin` pale faces
Left and right niggas on a mission to kill
Screamin`, (Oh yu yu yu yu yu!) comin` over the hill
To turn your lights out faster than Edison can
I send these bastards off to see the medicine man
I never sleep, for keeps is the way I play
I go heyah heyah heyah hey
Do the Wardance

We on a warpath, now feel the wrath of this black mud
I turn a simple bloodbath into a flash flood
When ways rage and roar
And slaves wage in war
I send the Yankees to they grave hardcore
No retreat and no surrender
Death to the Greek pretender
We killin` every age, class, and gender
And in the heat of battle, I`m crawlin` on the grace piracy
Them white eyes afraid to die, but me don`t fear shit
Nothin` affects us slayin` all passengers
Worst than +Texas Chainsaw Massacres+
We aint giving these enemies no more chances
First we be showing love, now we doing Wardances

Do the Wardance
Do the Wardance

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