I am America
You’re Iraq
I’m in a deficit
You have bombs in bag-packs
You’re trying to take over
I’m reminiscing
Shooting all your missiles
Yet they keep missing
Look at that
Me and U.K we are chilling
even though we chill
Your people still dying
The world is round
Dirt is tough
Stop the non-sense
Enough is enough
What is it
Need blind to see
Fighting these wars
Still no sign of victory
Gave you freedom
Lied to us
We are riding on a never ending road in a slavery bus
Your people are sick
Half of them dead
I wont give you the cure
Rather see epidemic spread
Its cloudy and dark
Open your eyes
Politicians want to come
To tell you pure lies
I am the killer
The winner
Still the don
I shall take all your countries one by one
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