| Do the Wardance | |
| I'm from the tribe of Shabazz | |
| Where every dead peep burned earns you another feather in your head | |
| Peep the pilgrim killa, protectin' my villa, collectin' my scrilla | |
| Wanted this native outlaw squaw thrilla | |
| Young brave, ex-slave walkin' the straight narrow | |
| Stalkin', with my bow and arrow | |
| I shoot, get the loot | |
| I pluck 'em up by the root | |
| I never stick 'em soft, I'm pick 'em off like fruit | |
| This is my territory, Yankees wanna block us in | |
| Like a flock of hens | |
| Steppin' on my ?malkasin? | |
| I send up a smoke signal with the drums beatin' | |
| Callin' all braves, time for a meetin' | |
| Lets pow wow with the chief tonight around the fire | |
| Cus this man is a murderin' thief, and a liar | |
| So we chant ourselves into a trance | |
| Put away them peace pipes, cus it's time to do the Wardance | |
| Do the Wardance | |
| I rides out on a course to attack with force | |
| Bareback on my horse, showin' no remorse | |
| About a prior slaughter that I just committed | |
| I guess that firewater must of did it | |
| All I remember was a loud noise, then one louder | |
| Then ten cowboys layed out smellin' like gunpowder | |
| There was a signal for the ambush | |
| To light a stick of dynamite and wait right behind a damn bush | |
| For them to catch it | |
| **** leaving shell cases; grab my hatchet | |
| And start scalpin' pale faces | |
| Left and right niggas on a mission to kill | |
| Screamin', (Oh yu yu yu yu yu!) comin' over the hill | |
| To turn your lights out faster than Edison can | |
| I send these bastards off to see the medicine man | |
| I never sleep, for keeps is the way I play | |
| I go heyah heyah heyah hey | |
| Do the Wardance | |
| We on a warpath, now feel the wrath of this black mud | |
| I turn a simple bloodbath into a flash flood | |
| When ways rage and roar | |
| And slaves wage in war | |
| I send the Yankees to they grave hardcore | |
| No retreat and no surrender | |
| Death to the Greek pretender | |
| We killin' every age, class, and gender | |
| And in the heat of battle, I'm crawlin' on the grace piracy | |
| Them white eyes afraid to die, but me don't fear shit | |
| Nothin' affects us slayin' all passengers | |
| Worst than +Texas Chainsaw Massacres+ | |
| We aint giving these enemies no more chances | |
| First we be showing love, now we doing Wardances | |
| Do the Wardance | |
| Do the Wardance |
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