Stuck Mojo Media - Southern Born Killers Lyrics

"Southern Born Killers" by Stuck Mojo - Lyrics

I'm American
Music: Ward
Lyrics: Nelson, Ward

I'm an American related to all colors of brethren, Priests and Pastors and Prophets and Reverends, Divided we fall united we stand together man, In this cultural melting pot there's nothing better than, This land of the free and the home of the brave, Populated by ancestors of immigrants and slaves who met early graves So we could see brighter days and we could proudly praise and raise the stars and stripes as Americans

Hate me
Blame me
You can't shame me
Come and stand with me
I'm American

I'm an American born in these states united, Where racial discrimination keeps us so divided, But we've got free speech so I won't be quiet, We got a lot of problems here man I won't deny it, But ain't another place that I'd rather be, Than in this land of great opportunity, Where we can be anything that we wanna be, So until the day I D-I-E, I stand tall as an American

That's When I Burn
Music: Ward
Lyrics: Nelson, Ward

You can't save me cause my souls on fire, Burn burn blaze blaze flames getting higher, The grim reaper's coming I can here the church choir, Time to pay the piper for my past desires, Attitude shitty just a fucking liar, The hoods of the world kept me so inspired, The players of the world yo I so admired, Running through groupies like them NASCAR drivers

And when that sun goes down on me
That's when I burn
You can't save me cause my soul's on fire
Dragging me down while the flames get higher
And without you I start to bleed
That's when I burn
You can't save me cause my soul's on fire
Dragging me down while the flames get higher

As my sun sets yo I'm wet with sweat, My spirit filled with regret as I sit and reflect, On the man that I was and the man I became, Running plots schemes and capers for the fortune and fame, Hotter than the devil sitting on the sun, I'm a straight up heathen Hell here I come, Nothing left for me but the Lucifer dance, On my knees pleading God give me one more chance

The Sky is Falling
Music: Ward
Lyrics: Nelson, Aborn, Ward
String Arrangement: Eric Frampton

(spoken clips)
Why don't we look at life
As being this mixed up puzzle box
You have all these clues
And you put these pieces together here and there And they add up To something grand
I say that we've destroyed our planet
That we've already reached that breaking point And we're dying
We're on a dying planet We're at the end
We are literally living in the book of revelations
We're living at the end
The hope of the world is gone

People call me crazy
Say I'm paranoid
Like the boy crying wolf
But I see the truth
I see it coming down on the TV news
Just a little glue
To put the pieces together
Gonna take a look behind the scenes
Gonna get inside the end times machine
Understand who's pulling at the strings
Another step closer to forever
World's burning
Plain to see
Like dominoes
They fall 1-2-3
All in line with the prophecy
I can't believe I'm the only one

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If the sky should fall before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

The Sky is Falling
Right before my eyes
I've got nothing left
Except my will to survive
The Sky is falling
And there's blood on my hands
There no place to run to
God help me understand

Could it be the things I hear and see
Are signs that the sky is falling
the end is coming
I feel like I'm living on borrowed time
With a sorrowed mind
And I'm close to my last breath
Death is near
And it's calling me
Telling me to get righteous
Before they click my light-switch
And darkness overtakes me
No spirit to wake me
Because I live the life of sin
Natural disasters are coming faster
Letting us know who is the master
Prophecies of what would be are upon us
Tell me do you think we're some goners
Or will we have a chance to redeem, repent and come clean before he returns on the scene?
Or will we see more tsunamis and killer Katrinas, AIDS and wars between us?
Is your sky falling?

The sky is falling
So help me
So help me understand
So help me
The sky is falling
So God help me understand

(spoken clips)
It's an end of history as we know it
And the beginning of a whole new world
666
It's your personal number

Metal Is Dead
Music: Ward
Lyrics: Ward, Nelson, Aborn

You took a hostage with a loaded gun, And this has gone on for too long son, You're not an artist you're just a clown, You're the circus when you're in town. You've caused a state of confusion, Dumbed down the public and created an illusion, A magician you sawed your girl in half, You might have fooled the crowd, But all I can do is ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Now I can go on for days and days
I see right through like you were an x-ray
Cracked up
Smacked up
You better back up I'm about to act up
I'm jacked up

You've got the gun
And you're killing everything I love
You don't respect it
And what you are yeah I reject it
You're just a fashion show
And you shit on everything I know
And now I'm seeing red
Cause you pulled the trigger
And metal is dead

Don't need that four leaf clover, Your fifteen minutes, Yeah it's over, But there'll be more just like you, Always following, thieving and borrowing, Dying to find the formula, Man you ain't Freddy Krueger, You're just Count Chocula, Silly rabbit this ain't no trick, Cause I walk the walk And your minute-made riffs, They ride the dick

Metal is dead!

Where in the hell are my microphone fiends, Those real MC's who spit a hot sixteen, Cause everything I'm hearing now sounds the same, Can we please get variety back up in the game, Everybody can't be Tip or Jeezy, Little John or Ludacris or Young Weezy, Thugs selling drugs like it's so easy, Sounding weak wack corny and cheesy

(spoken)
They rose lifeless in the shadows of greatness
With vacant eyes they gorge blindly on their own flesh
Making a mockery of the millions they would dare to lead
Where once was passion Now only vanity and avarice dwell
A puppet show whose masters devour their young with delight
And even as they are ground in the mouths of their makers, they sing
Songs that are as empty as their words
As meaningless as their promises
And as dead as their souls

Southern Born Killers
Music: Ward
Lyrics: Nelson, Ward

A southern born killer am I, I represent the dirty south boy, Till the day I die, Those stereotypes of country hicks we kill-'em, Our swagger and slang the thang they lovin' and feelin', A style that's so appealing to the masses, Got the whole world crunk and shaking their asses, Why, ain't no need to ask this, Trace your roots and you'll see, A southern born killer just like me, Who was born for this, Sworn to this, Can't be torn from this, Down south spirit I love, Embrace and hug, My 9 to 5 cats to them ballers and thugs, To them shortys with them sexy hips, Luscious lips, Raised on nothing but bacon eggs and grits, Hot girls sho the shit, Some straight up thrillers, Southern born killers

Top billa, Alabama thrilla
I'm a southern born killa
The fo reala
The original dirty south show steala
I'm an ego killa
A Bible belt thrilla
I'm a southern born killa
Come and get a feela of the one and only Southern born killa

I'm an SBK, Everyday all day and day, No other way for me, Wet from the sweat of my forefathers legacies, Blessed with memories that paved the way for the artists we hear today, Influenced by Southern Rock and Roll, R and B and Soul, Hip Hop heavens to Soundgardens, Bringing better smiles like braces to all your faces, No matter the places or races, Home run hitting the charts, Touching all of the bases, From clean cut cats to cats catching cases, Everyday we hustling on them paper chases, Like a tattoo it's hard to erase us, Damn it you can't replace us, Take a mental picture and trace us, True top billas, Fantasy fulfillas, Southern Born Killers

This is a Southern rock and rollabration, Soulabration, hip hop mash-up smash creation, Banging the heads of every fucking persuasion, Blacks and Whites man Latino and Asians, Engaging in conversation, This Southern Born Killer Nation Is off the rip equipped not stripped, We spit like major leaguers And leave the crowd eager, For more, more, more

Southern born for life until they church me, Bible verse me and dirt me, It will always be my home, Even when my spirit's gone, I'm southern born

For The Cause Of Allah
Music: Ward
Spoken Word: Walid Shoebat

Open Season
Music: Ward
Lyrics: Aborn, Nelson
String Arrangement: Eric Frampton

I speak peace when peace is spoken, But I speak war when your hate is provoking, The season is open 24-7-365, Man up yo time to ride, No need to hide behind slogans of deceit, Claiming that you're a religion of peace, We just don't believe you, We can clearly see through, The madness that you're feeding your people, Jihad the cry of your unholy war, Using the willing, the weak and poor, From birth drowning in propaganda, rhetoric and slander, All we can say is damn ya

My forefathers fought and died for this here
I'm stronger than your war of fear
Are we clear?
If you step in my hood
It's understood
It's open season

I don't need a faith that's blind, Where death and hate bring me peace of mind, With views that are stuck deep in the seventh century, So much sand in your eyes to blind to see, The venom that you leaders preach, Is the path to your own destruction, Your own demise, You might say that I don't understand but your disgust for me is what I realize, Surprise!
Your homicidal ways has got the whole world watching, Whole world scoping, So if you bring it to my home base, Best believe it, The season's open

I see you, Hell yeah I see you, Motherfucker naw, I don't wanna be you, If you come to my place, I'll drop more than just some bass, Yo you'll get a taste of a, Sick motherfucker from the Dirty, I ain't worrying not a fucking bit, I'm telescoping like Hubble, Yo you in trouble, Yo on the double, I'm wild with mine, Bring that style with mine, Fuck with my family I'll end your life, Just the way it is, Just the way it be, Do you understand? No matter if you're woman or man, or child, My profile is crazy, That shit you do doesn't amaze me, I'm ready to blaze thee

I don't give a damn what god you claim, I've seen the innocent that you've slain, On my streets you're just fair game, Like a pig walk to your slaughter, The heat here is so much hotter, And my views won't teeter totter or fluctuate, Step to me you just met your fate, And I'll annihilate, With the skill of a Shogun assassin, Slicing and dicing precise with a passion, In any shape form or fashion, Bring it to my home, Welcome to the danger zone, Cause your attitude's the reason, The triggers keep squeezing, The hunt is on and it's open season

It's Open Season

Home
Music: Ward
Lyrics: Nelson, Ward, Archie

Nothing can compare to the feeling I get when I'm up on stage, I feel right at home, Like I'm lounging on my sofa man, And every single fan is my best of friends, I swear I can float and fly, And touch the sky, My spirit soars so damn high, So high that if I drop, I could only fall on top, I'm zoning, My state of mind is heaven, Open like 24-7 when the mic's in my hand, Please understand no matter where I roam When I'm on stage I feel right at home

And I'm at home
And I'm at home when I'm with you

Home is where the heart is, And our hearts are with you, Every single time that we perform, We gotta do our part kids
Rock and roll and roll and rock ya, From the night to morn, This music is a treasure, What a pleasure, To vibe with you and you and you and you, It couldn't get no better, Than when we run on stage and hear the cheers, Getting love from who, The first to the last row, Having a blast bro, How we locking it down, Shortys first to the last row, Shaking they ass yo, Loving how we rock the town, Home

And I'm at home
And I'm at home when I'm with you
Your inspiration gets me through
And I'm at home when I'm with you
And I'm alone without you

I'm at home in front of ten or ten thousand, Whether you're rich or public housing, Every place I go feels like home, Cause every night ya'll Got it going on

And now that we've come this far
I'll never turn my back on what brought me here
And it's been so long
That I could never thank you enough

And I'm at home

Yoko
Music: Ward
Lyrics: Ward, Nelson

I ain't trying to feel no Yoko Ono, Remember how you met me geeked at my show yo, Front row flashy Sexy sassy Nasty classy Backstage pass me, Stopped and asked me, Yo what's up, Wanna cut, That's what's up, Body bumping bangin' blazin', Hair did nails did, looking amazing, Back to the hotel for a fling, Turned into a weekly thing, Now your my girl and wear my ring, Your my queen and I'm your King, Then you started acting strange, Trying to change and rearrange, Trippin' when I did my shows, Just another Yoko, No!

When I was younger, Somebody told me the story, Of a man who left the world's greatest band for his girlie, It happens everyday and not to just musicians, It gets doctors and lawyers, athletes and magicians, Some will make the same mistake, And most of you will never learn, Maybe even watch everything you love burn, So learn from John Lennon, And don't be such a wussy, And give it all away For that Yoko Ono pussy

You're my Yoko Ono
My Cher to Sonny Bono

(Mike Martin guitar solo)

Damn girl, Have some self respect, You know it's hard to find a band guy, That you haven't slept with, You love it when other girls are jealous of you, But that drummer that you're with, Was with her last time he came through, Now you're hoping that one day on stage he'll propose, But why would he marry you, You slept with everyone he knows, You'd like to be my Yoko Ono, Never again will I go down that road

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