Son of a Bush – Public Enemy



Uh! Backwards!

C’mon! C’mon! C’mon! (c’mon!)

Oh no, struck by greased lightning

F’ed by the same last name, you know what?

China ain’t never givin back that god damned plane

Must got this whole nation trained on some kennel ration

Refrain, the same train, full of cocaine, blows the brain

Have you forgotten? I’ve been through the first term of rotten

The father, the son and the holy Bush-shit we all in

Don’t look at me, I ain’t callin for no assasination

I’m just sayin, sayin

Who voted for that asshole of your nation?

Deja Bush, crushed by the headrush, when I wrote the bumrush

Saw you salute to the then Vice Pres

Who did what RayGun [Reagan] said

And then became prez himself, went for delf

Knee deep in his damned self

Stuck in a three headed bucket, a trilateral Bush-shit

Sorry ain’t no better way of puttin it

No you cannot freestyle this

Cause you still ain’t free

If I fight for y’all then they get me

How many o y’all is comin to get me?

None! Cause it’s easier to forget me

Ain’t that a Bush, son of a Bush is here all up in yo zone

You ain’t never heard so much soul to the bone

I told y’all when the first Bush was tappin my telephone

Spy vs. Spy, can’t truss em, as you salute to the illuminati

Y’know what? Take yo ass to your one millionth party!

He’s the son of a Baaaaaad man

The son of a bad…

He’s the son of a Baaaaaad man

Son of a bad……….

Now here’s the pitch

Hiding inside certified genocide

Ain’t that a Bush, repeat ain’t that a Bush?

Out of nowhere headed to the hot house

Killed 135 at the last count

Texas Bounce! Texas Bounce! (c’mon)

Cats in a cage got a ghost of a chance

Of comin back from your whack-ass killin machine

Son of a Bush, ain’t that a son of a Bush

Cats doin bids for the same Bush-shit that you did (the father)

Serial killer kid, uhh! Serial killer kid

Go on!

He’s the son of a Baaaaaad man

The son of a bad…

He’s the son of a Baaaaaad man

Son of a bad………

the father, the son…

the father, the son…

(go on, better go on)

the father, the son, and the holy Bush-shit

The father…

The father…

Coke is the real thing

Used to make you swing

Used to be yo thing

Daddy had you under his wing

Uhh, son of a Bush

Bringin kilos to fill up silos

You probably sniffed piles

Got inmates in Texas scrubbin tiles

That shit is wild

That shit is wild CIA child

That shit is wild CIA child……

He’s the son of a Baaaaaad man

The son of a bad…

He’s the son of a Baaaaaad man

Son of a bad……

Son of a bad, man