‘Amosexual’ — #Lyrics To A Pop-Rap Song

I simply don’t have a beat to go with this one. You’d have to change it some to fit a beat. I’m thinking something you might associated with a Kanye West song. Something thumping with a lot of bass. This one is about people who love their guns more than their children. The shitheads.

Amosexual
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

stroke the trigger
blood lust is ready and cocked
empire of death about to be founded
pick’em off one by one
ask’em they believe in God
time for some martyrs to be born
amosexual

we come into this world alone
we leave it with dust on our ass

there’s no excuse if you don’t rule the roost
if you don’t love your gun you’re doomed
the death of innocents is our sacrifice
it’s the price we pay for freedom
it’s the price we pay for freedom
it’s the price we pay for freedom
amosexual

when the alarm is rung
the guns are already out
give you something to shout about
there’ll be tears before bedtime
maybe sooner
screams of pain ring in your ears
trench coat open and ready
nothing will stop fate now
love and lust are one and the same
we just deny the facts of life
nothing wrong with loving hate
when the cucks realize they’ve failed
no way to reign us in my friend
you ain’t see anything yet

we come into this world alone
we leave it with dust on our ass

there’s no excuse if you don’t rule the roost
if you don’t love your gun you’re doomed
the death of innocents is our sacrifice
it’s the price we pay for freedom
it’s the price we pay for freedom
it’s the price we pay for freedom
amosexual

[bridge]
when we’re all in hell
or maybe heaven if you’re lucky
we will meet our maker
Smith & Wesson will be waiting
to put us to one last test

talking heads send thoughts and prayers
but we all know it doesn’t matter one bit
the streets will run red with blood yet again
lick your wounds clean you’ll need your energy
it’ll all happen again when the demons rise
clocks will be stilled by glocks
peek into your doomed fate one last time
when the police arrive it’ll be too late
nothing will be done because as you know
it’s the price we pay for freedom
it’s the price we pay for freedom
it’s the price we pay for freedom

Author: Shelton Bumgarner

I am the Editor & Publisher of The Trumplandia Report

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