Bishop Lamont - Team america f**k yeah anthem lyrics

America America America, fu*k YEAH! America America, fu*k YEAH! I love the smell of napalm in the mornin' Drink my hot cocoa to f**in' get to waring Kiss my wife goodbye, sniff a couple grams of coke Can't wait to get in the tank and blow me up a bunch of folks (I'LL fu*k YOU UP!) Drive through the streets sittin' on top of the Jeeps Anybody diss America, we got beef (fu*k YOU AND YOUR Hear Obama pop a lot of pills with Biden Kumbaya, motherf**ers we ridin' What's wrong with the world? What's wrong with the world? When you can't marry your cousin? Uncle, I love that little girl (I LOVE HER!) Rappers lovin' auto-tune, gay parade beats I will destroy you, no surrender, no retreat Hop on a plane, take a trip with Bill Clinton Savin' poor b**hes from Korea, got 'em strippin' Straight dick lickin' Girls goin' wild It's Team America, we do it doggy style! There was a time when America would've dropped a nuclear bomb on Iraq And we would have had a big fancy party down in Time Square. (f** yeah!) You see, America is getting soft on me Right now as we speak there's little nappy n******gs pubes on the presidential pillow cases And God forbid the Oval Office start to smell like cocoa bu*ter. (America, f** yeah!) f** that sh** That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, yeah WHOOOOO! Ignorance is bliss You only take baths and always smell like cumbermint (you smell like a b**h) I heard you tried to grow nuts and try to a**a**inate I don't know, but those shots a bit belligerent I get loaded and blow away an innocent (sorry) But Dick Chaney aim, and call the d**h an accident Vanessa Hudgens and a bag of sand matchstick (I like 'em young!) Her 18th birthday and a box of Cealisis American as apple pie Cross my heart twice and hope you f**in' die We gunnin' through the jungle, like FarCry Bulletproof doors, stampedes and evil eyes Keep it pushin' like drive-bys Hit the blunt and blow the rest of the smoke to the sky I got grenades and they're all live And you about to blow, so have a good f**in' time buddy You see, my daddy used to always say, "Never do business with a jigaboo." And that's exactly why I'm breakin' apart from President Obama and putting together an elite team of spys These spys will be called Team America: Special Forces This team will be the last branch of government that is truly American I live Michael Jackson even though he was a n***a America's the best that's why he made Thriller f** Deb Berrow, I'll k** that ho Granny go the kids you ain't gettin' no doe Got to k** with these terrorists right now but I'll be back To k** you, John & Kate and all them rugrats That ain't a show That sh**'s f**in' square A real American show is Golden Girls, hell yeah! Eat McDonalds till my heart clogs Crush Vicodin and sniff it through a drink straw Let it sink till my sanity stops Then order a hundred candy bars and chips through pink dot And cruise the Gaza Strip in a T-top And let 'em all have it, man we won't stop I'mma shoot you in the stomach till your sh** drops John Ritter syndrome, make your heart stop Okay fellas, what I'm about to tell you is top secret For years Adam Sandler has been foolin' America into believing all Jews are friendly If Adam Sandler makes one more movie, everyone will become Jewish Your first mission is to find Adam Sandler and destroy him. Good luck (America, fu*k YEAH!) (b**h)