Geto Boys — Fuck a War

[Intro Skit: Army recruiter and Bushwick Bill] Hello, could I speak with Bushwick Bill? Hello, this is Bushwick motherfucking Bill Yes, sir, I'm calling to inform you that you have been uh drafted into the United States military The United States wants me for what? Hahaha Excuse me, sir? Hahaha Bushwick? Hahaha, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey what's up? You need to uh contact your nearest recruiting office immediately, please I see you're not hip to what's happenin' I don't give a fuck about you and all that bullshit you stressin' Fuck a war To explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this [Verse 1: Bushwick Bill] Motherfuck a war, that's how I feel Sendin' a nigga to a desert to get killed 'Cause two suckas can't agree on something A thousand motherfuckers dying for nothing You can't pay me to join an army camp Or any other motherfuckin' military branch Of this United goddamn States of that bitch America Be a soldier, what for? They puttin' niggas on the front line But when it comes to gettin' ahead, they put us way behind I ain't gettin' my leg shot off While Bush's old ass on TV playin' golf But when you come to my house with that draft shit I'ma shoot your funky ass, bitch A nigga'll die for a broil But I ain't fightin' behind no goddamn oil Against motherfuckas I don't know Yo, Bush! I ain't your damn ho The enemy is right here G, them foreigners never did shit me All of those wasted lives And only one or two get recognized But what good is a medal when you're dead? Tell Uncle Sam I said [Chorus: Willie D] I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president (Fuck, fuck, fuck a war) I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president (Fuck, fuck, fuck a war) [Verse 2: Bushwick Bill] In Vietnam a lot of niggas died young P.O.W.'s got hung What the fuck do I know about a grenade All I know is the couch and my 12 gauge And what if that pin gets stuck? Several more casualties show up This shit remind me of a drive-by More motherfuckers die by accident than on purpose, why? 'Cause they don't know what they doin' They see if the coast is clear and they start pursuin' And that's when that booby trap springs, boom! Blow a motherfucker to smithereens They send a sucker to your folks, lookin' stupid Tellin' them you died in the line of duty Or your ass is missing in action bro Tryin' to be a damn hero They bring your folks that duffel bag The only shit they wanna see is that doggy tag Hopin' that the worryin' will cease And your ass will still be in one damn piece But my mom ain't gotta worry about that there 'Cause I ain't dyin' in the middle of nowhere Another statistic, a body in a drawer Man! motherfuck a war! [Chorus: Willie D] I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president (Fuck, fuck, fuck a war) I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president (Fuck, fuck, fuck a war) [Verse 3: Bushwick Bill] You're lucky that I ain't the president 'Cause I'll push the fuckin' button and get it over with Fuck all that waitin' and procrastinatin' And all that goddamn negotiatin' Flyin' back and forth overseas And havin' lunch and brunch with the motherfuckin' enemy I'll aim one missile at Iraq And blow that little piece of shit off the map Yeah, I wouldn't give a fuck who dies 'Cause I'm tired of payin' these high ass gas prices Only the rich benefit, it'll be a cold day in Hell before I enlist To eat shit out a can like a worm And everyday wear the same fucking uniform Sores breakin' on my funky ass feet Skin crawlin' 'cause I ain't took baths in weeks Not knowin' if I'm comin' home or not And if I do, I'll probably be shell-shocked I couldn't get a job, just a free burial You know how Uncle Sam treat its veterans Absolutely no respect Get a plate in your head, lose a leg, you might get a check Or a goddamn star, you can have that shit Motherfuck a war! [Chorus: Willie D] I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president (Fuck, fuck, fuck a war) I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president (Fuck, fuck, fuck a war)