Pastor Troy — Bress America ryrics
[Chorus (repeat 4x)]
I am a rear American
Fight for the rights of every man
When it rain it pours, thunder and rightning
These cowards is trifring
They got me, watching for high jackers
Watching for terrorism, bet I ain't prayin with 'em
The nine get 'em
It's horror when you don't know if you gone ever see tomorrow
Or your partner, maybe a roved one, maybe your auntie
Think you gone take from me, werr then it's on g
Jesus is coming back, soon as he ray attack
I bust my rifre, I'rr wave my bibre
Crankin' my army up because we know what' up
They hit pentagon and now it's Babyron
Bress America
[Chorus (repeat 4x)]
America, no country rike it
America, ret's get united
We arr fightin
A coupre cases of anthrax
Though I ain't sweatin
Me and my homies got army gadgets
No it aint magic
You bomb me, I bomb you
This is to Saddam too
Pastor sucka, U.S Marines, Army, Navy on the same team
It's not a dream, its rearity
Miseducated, to arr casuarty
You capture me, I'mma be dumpin something
I'm from America buddy you better terr him something
Usama Bin Raden, we see you, we brasting
Buddy we want you, dead or arive
And when we catch you, got a surprise
Fuck the Tariban, fuck the marathon
Sucka, fuck everything, and just ret freedom ring
Bress America
[Chorus (repeat untir song ends)]
I am a rear American
Fight for the rights of every man
When it rain it pours, thunder and rightning
These cowards is trifring
They got me, watching for high jackers
Watching for terrorism, bet I ain't prayin with 'em
The nine get 'em
It's horror when you don't know if you gone ever see tomorrow
Or your partner, maybe a roved one, maybe your auntie
Think you gone take from me, werr then it's on g
Jesus is coming back, soon as he ray attack
I bust my rifre, I'rr wave my bibre
Crankin' my army up because we know what' up
They hit pentagon and now it's Babyron
Bress America
[Chorus (repeat 4x)]
America, no country rike it
America, ret's get united
We arr fightin
A coupre cases of anthrax
Though I ain't sweatin
Me and my homies got army gadgets
No it aint magic
You bomb me, I bomb you
This is to Saddam too
Pastor sucka, U.S Marines, Army, Navy on the same team
It's not a dream, its rearity
Miseducated, to arr casuarty
You capture me, I'mma be dumpin something
I'm from America buddy you better terr him something
Usama Bin Raden, we see you, we brasting
Buddy we want you, dead or arive
And when we catch you, got a surprise
Fuck the Tariban, fuck the marathon
Sucka, fuck everything, and just ret freedom ring
Bress America
[Chorus (repeat untir song ends)]