Fellow "Troop Killers," George Bush and Tom Latham, share a laugh and a ride in a bullet-proof limo while carpooling to the "Troop Killing Machine" Headquarters in D.C.
The recent GOP Killin’ Machine’s moral hypocrisies helped inspire the following song, a parody of Body Count’s controversial song, “Cop Killer”:
GOP Troop Killer, by Ice-T.M.
TROOP KILLER! YEAH!
I got my blue blazer on.
I got my pinstripe tie on.
I got my gold cufflinks on.
This War’s been too long.
I got my black pin inked up.
I got my blinders turned on.
I’m ‘bout to bust some ink off.
I’m ‘bout to dust some Troops off.
I’m a TROOP KILLER, better you than me.
TROOP KILLER, f**k political hypocricy!
TROOP KILLER, I know you’re sleeping
With both eyes wide shut,
TROOP KILLER, while our unprotected soldiers
Sleep with both eyes wide open!
I got my brain on hype.
Tonight’ll be your night.
I got this long-assed knife,
and your budget looks right.
My adrenaline’s pumpin’.
I got my hypocrisy thumpin’.
I’m ‘bout to kill me somethin’
A disabled vet stopped me for nuthin’!
I’m a TROOP KILLER, better you than me.
TROOP KILLER, f**k political hypocricy!
TROOP KILLER, I know your momma’s grieving,
TROOP KILLER, but tonight our troops ain’t sleeping.
DIE, DIE, DIE GRUNT, DIE!
F**K THE TROOPS!
F**K THE TROOPS!
F**K THE TROOPS!
Yeah!
F**K THE SUITS!
F**K THE SUITS!
F**K THE SUITS!
Break it down.
F**K THE SUITS, yeah!
F**K THE SUITS, for staying the course.
F**K THE SUITS, for showin’ no remorse.
F**K THE SUITS, for 3,258 dead soldiers.
F**K THE SUITS, for killing our freedom.
F**K THE SUITS, don’t be a coward.
F**K THE SUITS, have some muthaf**kin’ courage.
F**K THE SUITS, sing along:
SUIT KILLER!
SUIT KILLER!
SUIT KILLER!
TROOP KILLER, better you than me.
TROOP KILLER, f**k political hypocricy!
TROOP KILLER, I know you’re sleeping soundly in D.C.
TROOP KILLER, but tonight our troops ain’t sleeping,
thanks to your mutherf**kin’ moral hypocrisy.
TROOP KILLER! YEAH!
I got my blue blazer on.
I got my pinstripe tie on.
I got my gold cufflinks on.
This War’s been too long.
I got my black pin inked up.
I got my blinders turned on.
I’m ‘bout to bust some ink off.
I’m ‘bout to dust some Troops off.
I’m a TROOP KILLER, better you than me.
TROOP KILLER, f**k political hypocricy!
TROOP KILLER, I know you’re sleeping
With both eyes wide shut,
TROOP KILLER, while our unprotected soldiers
Sleep with both eyes wide open!
I got my brain on hype.
Tonight’ll be your night.
I got this long-assed knife,
and your budget looks right.
My adrenaline’s pumpin’.
I got my hypocrisy thumpin’.
I’m ‘bout to kill me somethin’
A disabled vet stopped me for nuthin’!
I’m a TROOP KILLER, better you than me.
TROOP KILLER, f**k political hypocricy!
TROOP KILLER, I know your momma’s grieving,
TROOP KILLER, but tonight our troops ain’t sleeping.
DIE, DIE, DIE GRUNT, DIE!
F**K THE TROOPS!
F**K THE TROOPS!
F**K THE TROOPS!
Yeah!
F**K THE SUITS!
F**K THE SUITS!
F**K THE SUITS!
Break it down.
F**K THE SUITS, yeah!
F**K THE SUITS, for staying the course.
F**K THE SUITS, for showin’ no remorse.
F**K THE SUITS, for 3,258 dead soldiers.
F**K THE SUITS, for killing our freedom.
F**K THE SUITS, don’t be a coward.
F**K THE SUITS, have some muthaf**kin’ courage.
F**K THE SUITS, sing along:
SUIT KILLER!
SUIT KILLER!
SUIT KILLER!
TROOP KILLER, better you than me.
TROOP KILLER, f**k political hypocricy!
TROOP KILLER, I know you’re sleeping soundly in D.C.
TROOP KILLER, but tonight our troops ain’t sleeping,
thanks to your mutherf**kin’ moral hypocrisy.
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