Muzafuckaz Nation

Sometin iz rotten in dis banana republik
But we dezerve dis situation
Da nation of muzafuckaz
So we are da muzafuckin nation

Our language iz dead
Our culture iz like ghost
We needa be installed
Some kinda tricky klevah hi-tek mikrochip
To wake aua national spirit
Of its muzafuckin eternal sleep
Our sacred thingz R sold
Our national feature called
Cowardice
Duz not give way to da holy rage
How nice
How nice iz it all
Demise, sacrifice...
Let us call these muzafuckin thingz cowardice
Cowardice - dat’s how it iz called
Liez, how many liez we’ve been told
I’ve lost all my illusionz I mold
Upon da wrong patternz I waz given
Dere’z nothin to be done in order to be forgiven
By God who kreated dis louzy world
So many liez I’ve been told
But who could show me da way to salvation
Outa dis muzafuckin nation

Oh, I can’t believe it
I can’t even realize
Da whole descriptionz ‘n size
Of all dis bullshit I’m involved
To believe meanz to realize ‘n to criticize
Pointin out all da negative ‘n positive sidez
But dis iz a task not eazy to be solved
Eazier to be part of dis world
To be involved ‘n to evolve
Feedin ya brain
With propaganda grain
It’s unreal to mix ‘n blend shit
‘N get no stainz
To stay away from decay
To smile ‘n gossip az if it’s OK

And now we must raize da question
‘Bout our mental sanity ‘n about our obsessionz
Are we sane enuf
Are we people enuf
To believe all dis stuff
All da propaganda bluff
So we are da muzafuckin nation
Da outah world pursuez da policy of separation
We have been under a delusion
Can’t come to da right conclusion
So c’mon ask ya Eldah Brudda
Which iz 4 you ‘steada Christ, ‘steada Buddha
Let ‘im tell ya how da thingz are done
Ya, possessin no voice
Deaf, blind, dumb
So there’z no more any way to salvation
You’re a part of dis muzafuckin nation