Organized Crime Fraternity

I am a son of David

You’re living on my promised land

You’d better get out quick

Or we will force your hand

We’ve got the guns, the bullets

Backing up our faithful plea

Inhumane methods

Picked up from our enemies

We build these walls and fences

But really want to spread our roots

Got some friends abroad

Making sure that we are in cahoots

They give us toys for war

To keep your asses off this land

Send in special agents

To insure that all goes to plan

So if you fire a rocket

We’ll wipe your faces off the map

We were the persecuted

And will redistribute Death on tap

So just you sit in silence

And let us take more of your land

We have a contract on a scroll

Take a read and understand

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