Anonymous ID: 858f72 Nov. 10, 2020, 9:46 p.m. No.11587368   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>7383 >>7385

You smell that? Do you smell that?โ€ฆ Scorched earth, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of scorched earth in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink body. The smell, you know that shill smell, the whole hill. Smelled likeโ€ฆ victory. Someday this war's gonna endโ€ฆ

Anonymous ID: 858f72 Nov. 10, 2020, 10:25 p.m. No.11587677   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

Bad Card

 

Propaganda spreading over my name

 

Verse 1]

You a-go tired fe see me face

Can't get me out of the race

Oh, man, you said I'm in your place

And then you draw bad card

A-make you draw bad card

And then you draw bad card

 

Propaganda spreading over my name

Say you want to bring another life to shame

Oh, man, you just a-playing a game

And then you draw bad card (draw bad card)

A-make you draw bad card (draw bad card)

A-make you draw bad card

 

[Chorus]

I want to disturb my neighbor

Because I'm feeling so right!

I want to turn up my disco

Blow them to full watts tonight, eh!

In a rub-a-dub style, in a rub-a-dub style

In a rub-a-dub style, in a rub-a-dub style

 

[Bridge]

Because we guarding the palace so majestic

Guarding the palace so realistic!