Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Win Win Situation, artist - East Coast Avengers. Album song Prison Planet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.10.2008
Record label: Brick
Song language: English
Win Win Situation |
| It’s all there! |
| It’s all there in those books on the shelf! |
| Supression breeds violence! |
| You see that kid? |
| Last week he just wanted to get laid |
| Now he wants to kill somebody |
| You should have let him get laid! |
| I want rage splattered on the front page |
| I want everybody’s focus left hopeless |
| And their two hands grabbin every paper on the newsstand |
| And the press’ll be impressed with my home-shot clips |
| Readin letters out a journal as I sit and confess |
| I’m more like the rest than you realize |
| More like the ones you idealize |
| More like a martyr who just couldn’t bother barterin |
| Or followin the hollow when I see lies |
| Three guys, one plan |
| Kill everybody you can, no discretion |
| Strays spray each direction hopin for a fresh connection |
| Opening the flesh of every classmate, love or hate |
| I’m obsessed with the blast rate, stressed from peer pressure |
| I measure my success in deaths |
| I guess I’m more or less a mess, the mass media |
| Will have me lookin like a random animal in tandem with the rest |
| You know they say the most silent might be the most likely |
| To have the most violent psyche (yes) |
| The most quiet type usually the wired type |
| The shoot 'em up bang bang dog nighty night (die!) |
| Killing’s cool with me, you will need a eulogy |
| It’s time to take this mass murder to a new degree |
| A hale of bullets pierce everybody’s skin (but what?) |
| But killin you then killin me, that’s a win/win |
| [Scratch: «I'm down to start a riot in a minute |
| Buck buck buck! |
| Cause I don’t give a motherfuck"] |
| And I’m blessed with a grim grin |
| Killin you and dyin is a win/win |
| It sinks in, I think when |
| It must have all closed in at once within a couple months |
| We were armed and ready now I’m sitting calm and steady |
| So deadly already it’s like I never miss |
| Kill with no prejudice, no known nemesis |
| Like I didn’t exist when everybody sat around and reminisced |
| I barely ever made the list |
| I was quietlike, not the riot-type amiss |
| My wrists crack from the kickback, a double fist |
| Of knickknacks but now I sit back, think of my friends |
| Think of my family, think of the end |
| Think the message I send will blend well with the war on terror |
| In the weather, ten o’clock news is the ten o’clock blues |
| I laughed and the blackness consumes my views |
| And move on through the darkest hues |
| Cause certain people, said |
| I’m a radical, I’m a wild man |
| I got a gun under every arm |
| Down every leg and every shoe |
| Every corner of the house |
| If you say anything to me I’ll shoot you! |
| Ha ha |
| If people find out how they’ve been ripped off |
| And… and…and enslaved by the powers that be |
| They will revolt with anger! |
| Merciless anger |
| There’ll be blood running in the streets |