American revolution
• Written by Chadrecords
Take this back to seventeen seventy seven
Fake king George flexing
tired of lies
and British eyes
enriching the allies
taxes on tea
whats this gotta do with me?
Got geared up, masked up
Boston, threw the tea overboard
roar through the nation independence proclamation
He has fucked with us
He has bust our nuts
Floods of signatures
caught George with a hand on his cock
and pissing red, white, and blue
that's my crew
muskets and swords at Lexington and concord
snares beating clack,clack,clack
shots leaping snap,snap,snap
retreating Brits, admit
defeat, Your king cant even speak
At Bunker Hill Hot summer,
June seventeenth
British troops intervene
Skittish brutes turned to gelatin
Cannonball, brawls, fall off the hill
wasn't till seventeen eighty
till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies
one year later, recaptured
whole kingdom raptured, captured,
seventeen eighty seven
constitution, they hurt after losing
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Chadrecords
Member since March 27 2014