Naw

Yeah you laugh 'til your motherfukkin' ass gets drafted
While you're at band camp thinkin' that crap can't happen
Till you fukk around
Get an anthrax napkin
Inside a package wrapped in saran Wrap wrapping
Open the plastic and then you stand back gasping
fukkin' assassins hi-jackin' Amtraks crashing
All this terror America demands action
Next thing you know you've got Uncle Sam's ass askin'
To join the army or what you'll do for their Navy
You just a baby
Gettin' recruited at eighteen
You're on a plane now
Eating their food and their baked beans
I'm 28
They gonna take you 'fore they take me
he wasn't the same after this album





I mean they just letting them walk right in might as well make that shyt a main requirement...
indians and Asians buy up those golden visas knock that shyt off!!!