KILLING IN THE NAME

IT'S DINNER TIME MOTHERFUCKER I JUST GROUND SOME GROUND BEEF AND HAVE A MANWICH NIGHT

*engine starting* *cartoon chicken* On the farm With the overalls on Gotta get to work before the daylight's gone On the farm With the porch lights on Gotta get to bed before the break of dawn

DEAR KING GEORGE III, yo its me, the big man washington and im sick and tired of taxation so me and some friends decided to write an' pass a little law allowing freedom from you i know i sound a little whiney i dont care but i also know that taxin us is really unfair so if ya catch my drift i think its really cool so back off cuz we will war and you dont wanna get schooled so i betcha we can get by on our own if you could please just go away and leave us alone we dont wanna pay some more for our printing and tea if you keep forcing us we'll dump it into the sea i'll tell you what our big news has to offer it clearly states right there no forcing us to pay for this or that; ya'll know what this means it means no taking our bacon, its all nice and clean so if you don't like what i'm proposin' you shoulda treated us better, no sendin out the gunmen i think in a few years it'll be straightened out unless you hate our independence "FIGHT FOR FREEDOM" we shout (WORD) Sincerely, George Washington Lyrics by 13-year-old Me

Rad dad That dad is rad Y'all best believe it when he puts on the plaid Rad dad That dad is mad, yo Puts you in your place like he's gonna break bad on ya That's right, holmes looks like you in the wrong hood... You best be packin' cause you know that my dad would he's got a fanny pack, and it's uncanny, Jack I don't mean Daniel's, cause, my dad ain't about that Life, *spin*, playin' the board game He got an office job, he ain't lookin for acclaim Ain't afraid to ride, he goes ridin' the skateboard And he's got a man cave where he covets his flee shop sword Rad dad That dad is rad Y'all best believe it when he puts on the plaid Rad dad That dad is mad, yo Puts you in your place like he's gonna break bad on ya Rad dad That dad is rad Y'all best believe it when he puts on the plaid Rad dad That dad is mad, yo Puts you in your place like he's gonna break bad on ya It don't look good When we walk in the club, like book He's got a book, he ain't puttin' it down He wearing big shoes like a last-minute birthday clown Wait a sec, my dad's not rad at all What was I thinking bringing him to the back street ball He's wearing a tie and a pocket protector He's got a calculator, mathin' up some vectors Preparin up a prezi, breakin' out the projectors he's not rad, he's a party infector Well it looks like my dad ain't as cool as seems But he's paying the bills and patchin up the seams so I buy him a drink, thank him for being there He's still kinda fun when he don't give a- give a care So I guess he's still a rad Rad dad That dad is rad Y'all best believe it when he puts on the plaid Rad dad That dad is mad, yo Puts you in your place like he's gonna break bad on ya Rad dad That dad is rad Y'all best believe it when he puts on the plaid Rad dad That dad is mad, yo Puts you in your place like he's gonna break bad on ya