Purple Hell - Candy Coated Violence Lyrics

Lollipops at the gun show
AR-15 and a cherry flavored dum dum
You're all a bunch of suckers to me
Bunch of suckers to me
If I could be you on a Sunday
You go to church and eat your opiate yum yums
Your thoughts and prayers are noise to me
It's just noise to me
Son of Sam would have a field day
Concealed carry and a room full of young ones
You're all just walking targets to me
Walkin' targets that bleed, bleed
The New World Order take your gun away?
I don't think so, no no no no no way jose
They'll take it from your cold, dead hands
From your cold, dead hands... yes
Yeah, Eric Garner sold some loosies
But not that day, no, he just broke up a fight
And then along comes the NYPD
Here comes the NYPD
Harass me everytime you see me
Leave me alone, please don't touch me
That would be his final plea
Eric Garner's last plea... plea
Then Pantaleo put on a chokehold
Ten other cops, they just hop on top
And eleven times 'man, I can't breathe"
No no no, I can't breathe... breathe
It's that warm, wet violence (Warm, wet violence)
It's that fuzzy-wuzzy violence (Fuzzy-wuzzy violence)
It's that yummy yummy violence (Yummy yummy violence)
It's American violence (American violence)
It's that warm, wet violence (Warm, wet violence)
It's that fuzzy-wuzzy violence (Fuzzy-wuzzy violence)
It's that yummy yummy violence (Yummy yummy violence)
It's American violence (American violence)