BOMB A MOTHER*UCKER 🇺🇸 COUNTRY LUNATIC 👑🇺🇸👑⚪🦍⚪☠️ #usarmy

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👑🇺🇸👑 LYRICS.

You ever seen God's hand drop out the sky and slap the soul outta your enemies?
That’s what the fuck we bring
This ain't politics, this is patriotism with pipe bombs
Certified redneck militia shit
U.S. of motherfuckin’ A — let freedom bang, bitch

I was raised where the rifles hang above the fridge
Granny prayin' loud while we buildin' bridge-to-bridge
Steel toe boots in the desert dust
With a flag in my fist screamin' die or trust

Camouflage skin, veins pump jet fuel
Born in a war zone, raised by old-school
That trailer park army, tattoos and scars
Turn pain into missiles, broken hearts into bars

We don’t do warnings — we detonate first
Drop a hundred rounds before they even curse
Snitch in your squad? Gettin' zipped in a sack
We ain’t rappers, we soldiers with bars and straps

We’ll bomb a motherfucker, tear down your town
Roll tanks through your dreams while your gods drown
Hellfire fallin’, fireworks of doom
Liberty’s loaded in a blood-stained room
We don’t parley, we don’t plea
We the dirty hands of your enemy's eulogy
So say grace, boy — this the gospel of war
Baptized in lead, comin’ knockin’ at your door

From the cornfield drills to the kill zone cliffs
We the death note written in them Congress scripts
Flag stitched on my vest, not for fashion
But for buryin’ bastards with extreme passion

I don't salute celebs, I salute my gang
Those warriors with boots and that M4 slang
My brother got popped, left his blood on the sand
So I carved every kill with his name on my hand

Drone on the prowl, boots on the deck
And my Bible’s got a map with your capital X’d
We knock like thunder, no calls, no texts
Just boots, bombs, and full metal flex

We’ll bomb a motherfucker, tear down your town
Roll tanks through your dreams while your gods drown
Hellfire fallin’, fireworks of doom
Liberty’s loaded in a blood-stained room
We don’t parley, we don’t plea
We the dirty hands of your enemy's eulogy
So say grace, boy — this the gospel of war
Baptized in lead, comin’ knockin’ at your door

We ain’t lookin’ for peace… we settin’ it on fire
This the land of the brave… with bombs for hire
Touch our soil — your whole world expire
American demons dressed in empire attire

Night vision flash, now your city's erased
Concrete melts when that eagle lays waste
Ain’t no safe space when my boys deploy
We make war look pretty — then break every toy

Drop bombs like mixtapes, volume on ten
And I ain't talkin' rap when I say we spin
We got missiles with manners, they’ll knock before killin’
Then blast through the door like Thanksgiving villains

From Baghdad dust to them Tehran streets
We put holes in crowns, rip regimes to sheets
Ain’t nothin’ holy when that convoy rolls
We the ghost of your sins in a camo patrol

We’ll bomb a motherfucker, tear down your town
Roll tanks through your dreams while your gods drown
Hellfire fallin’, fireworks of doom
Liberty’s loaded in a blood-stained room
We don’t parley, we don’t plea
We the dirty hands of your enemy's eulogy
So say grace, boy — this the gospel of war
Baptized in lead, comin’ knockin’ at your door

We don’t chant
We don’t cheer
We conquer
Every bomb got a name
Every bullet got a mission
And every flag we raise comes with a motherfuckin' warning
You try us, we bomb your bloodline