Lyrics to songs

Lyrics for original songs by “Government Guns” i.e. Neema Vedadi and Michael Dean (as “Right Arm of Wyoming”) written for “Guns and Weed: The Road To Freedom.”
WE WILL NOT DISARM
Copyright 2010 Neema V. and Right Arm of Wyoming
(CHORUS):
WE WILL NOT DISARM!
WE WILL NOT CONFORM!
WE WILL NOT LIE DOWN!
WE’LL RIDE OUT YOUR STORM!

YOU’RE STEALING
(but y’all call it “taxes”)
YOU’RE CHEATING
(some major infractions)
YOU’RE PLAYING FAST AND LOOSE
(Like Napolitano’s cooch)
YOU’RE LYING
(but y’all call it “public school”)
WE’RE DYING
(We’re fodder for your lunchables)
YOU’RE FUCKING WITH THE TRUTH!
(and you know we got the proof!)

To disarm us is immoral
My quarrel is with FORCE.
Not a squirrel I’m a man
I’m gonna make my own course.

Governments are involuntary-
they carry but say we can’t.
Try to keep us wary,
acting like they’re the queen ant.

Fuck that!
This ain’t no hive mind.
Boy it’s high time
that being a politician was seen
as a high crime.

And selling whatever you wanna sell
should be just fine.
Trading – making both folks happy.
I’m rapping so I can sell the truth.

Nobody’s bulletproof so
you better keep your gat intact
Owning a gun’s not at all violent.
In fact more violence comes from the
So-called “social contract.”

That shit’s so wack
Like letting the Man steal half
your stack.
You’re getting jacked.

If I want a bowl packed
or to smoke a whole pack
Only I control that.
So tell the state to hold back.

Governments bring only danger.
They got drones, goons and rangers.
But I’m so hard bitch, I carry TWO in the chamber.

(CHORUS):
WE WILL NOT DISARM!
WE WILL NOT CONFORM!
WE WILL NOT LIE DOWN!
WE’LL RIDE OUT YOUR STORM!

YOU’RE STEALING
(but y’all call it “taxes”)
YOU’RE CHEATING
(some major infractions)
YOU’RE PLAYING FAST AND LOOSE
(Like Napolitano’s cooch)
YOU’RE LYING
(but y’all call it “public school”)
WE’RE DYING
(We’re fodder for your lunchables)
YOU’RE FUCKING WITH THE TRUTH!
(and you know we got the proof!)

Freedom’s ONE piece.
It’s both guns, weed… and anything you feel you need
just as long as you don’t
TAKE it, STEAL it or FAKE it.

You know I’m Persian
but no frontin’, if this were the 300
I’d be startin’ for the Spartans and
I’d fight ’til I’m departed.

If you wanna steal my stuff
Go ahead and do your fucking worst.
I’ll no longer need my bullets so I’ll
give ’em to you first.

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FREEDOM OF INGESTION
Copyright 2010 Neema V. and Right Arm of Wyoming

Hello freedom fiends!
It’s your boy, Neem
from the US, get the US
out my bloodstream!

I own me and that
includes endorphins.
No, I won’t ask permission
and I won’t say please!

Freedom fans, one fact
that I gotta make clear is:
If you ain’t about your heater
than you’re nothing but a THEORIST!

You can read and type,
but when the jackers coming
I know you’ll lose the fight
on your ass with your thumb in!

Senatorial page: Good morning Senator! Here’s your coffee!
Senator: Thanks, I’ll need it. I have so many laws
to write before November.
Senatorial page: I’m so excited!
Senator: You should be. A slim majority lets me tell EVERYONE
what to do.

Freedom of ingestion!
It’s more than a suggestion!
And though it ain’t a question
but those hos just keep oppressing.
And so we teaching lessons
for those with chiefin sessions
and those with Smith & Wessons
Freedom
is
possession!

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BAN BANNING
Copyright 2010 Neema V. and Right Arm of Wyoming
At one store I get a Hi-Point 9-milly,
papers for my joint and a pack of Phillies.
Yes I’m feeling very honored.
But if the world were truly free I could also
buy my marijuana.
They despise the very thought of.

In fact, take a look at this:
Tookmasak! (Persian cuss word, means dog spit ) Tax my cigarettes
and my trans-fatty acid.
Only tape I see is red.

Fed goons are kitten stompin’
and this shit is poppin’
They’ll shoot your dog man,
With a pussy .223.

Battle rifles stop your ass indeed!
Sergeant Ban Banning needs
to give an ass tanning
to the tax-taxing
fact-slashing
ass-gashing
cash-grabbing
folks from San Francisco
they can eat a bag of dicks, ho!

California Über Alles!
Dictating from the palace!
We got way bigger problems now
and banning’s what caused ’em.

When the Schumer hits the fan
I’ll be surviving with my band
with more AK ammo than all Afghanistan!

Banning should be banned!
(Call Sergeant Ban Banning!)
Central Planning should be panned!
(Call Sergeant Ban Banning!)
We’re fed up with the man!
(Call Sergeant Ban Banning!)
This whole system is a sham!
(Call Sergeant Ban Banning!) (2X)

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DUELING (Don’t Try This at Home!)
Copyright 2010 Neema V. and Right Arm of Wyoming

Regulations are some fake laws
Stealin’ and killin’ are the real crimes
But flippin’ dimes will get you real time.
It’s a pity that the they skew the difference.

Schools ain’t cures,
for sure
they always work against us!

I’m cool with you dueling
much more cool than
public schooling.
To duel is voluntary,
school’s a part-time prison.
Unlike a duel,
school is not your decision

BREAK!

You know what else isn’t?
RAPE!
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NANNY LAWS (download here.)
Copyright 2010 Neema V. and Right Arm of Wyoming

Nanny laws that y’all be statin’
are just real bad potty trainin’
and the bed-wettin’ snitches
tell the federal bitches.

Ya better mind your own business.
Ten-round mags make me defenseless.
Empty 30 from the ‘K in self-defense
it’s guaranteed to leave ya senseless.

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I OWN ME
(song in the end credits)
Copyright 2009 Neema V. (This was not written specifically for the movie, but it’s still great.)

It’s gettin’ thicker than dreadlocks
they treat us like we’re Dread Scott
don’t wanna see the feds pop
or be the one that they’d stopped
or get in trouble cause I talked shit to their mascot
frickin’ busybodies need to go and buy an ascot
tellin’ me you own me then makin sho’ i’m taxed out
maxed out, deep in-debted from the easy credit
that the fed imbedded then they betted it all be copacetic
if they were the medic but forget it
the people are gettin’ pissed
blowin up like some unleaded
they want control unfettered
but ya’ll know that smells fetid
like the craphole that we’re headed
to if they don’t let me do me
and you do you
and all the guns in the gunverment
won’t amount to a .22
if they keep on stompin’ on amendment number two
and we don’t even need you
take your welfare and your brainwashing free-school
and ya’ll are so see through; easy to see you is evil

chorus:
Nobody owns me
ya’ll haters don’t
I own me
so back the fuck off
(x 2)
I make my own rules
take my own tools
you ain’t in my shoes
no you ain’t get to choose
I ain’t pay you dues.
I pay ’em for my self
don’t expect shit from me
and I ain’t need your help

and in case you didn’t know
this song is for the parasites
the feeders that bleed us and treat us
like they’re the hand and we’re the dice
no utopian paradise to be had from any plan
the world’s too complex for any man to comprehend
all the supply and again all the demand
when the few control the view
their mistakes are multiplied
the decisions should be ours
like our bodies. Let’s take back our lives
Only a slave if you submit
and ya’ll know I got some fight!
and this ain’t racist
its for blacks, whites and asians
middle eastern people, latinos
and everyone who wants to be free, so
we’ll even let it slide if you’re emo
I never signed no social contract
I’m about to have to repo
myself, for my health
and my wealth
put your bills back on the shelf
capitol hill can go to hell
we should put them punks in jail
we could live our lives ourselves….

chorus
So who’s to say Barack Hussein
knows what’s best for me?
I knock the man and not the name
cause in my family tree
could be husseins so I take aim
at tyranny times three
branches that act just
like geriatric babysitters
poonannies.
but really you’ll get beat-up
if you don’t follow their edicts
there’s a law against living
year its worse than shariah.
but where can I go if this
whole world is socialist
though we know that it failed for the soviets.
Its 1984 people please notice this.
Fuck a tax feeder time to overthrow them tics
its in the declaration Jefferson wrote the shit
So choose to be a free man
governments we’re over it
governments we’re over it!

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We also used this excerpt of the Right Arm of Wyoming song “GET OFF MY PROPERTY!”:

Your house is your property
And so is your mind
Your money’s your property
And your organs when you die!

your free speech, your gun, your gold,
your health care, your guitar
your bedroom, your yard, your cat
your water rights, your car

What you eat and what you smoke
Who you marry who you poke

What I say and what I do
If it don’t affect you
screw you!
It’s all my property,
Stay off!

CHORUS:
GET OFF!
GET OFF!
GET OFF MY PROPERTY!

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We also used this excerpt of the Right Arm of Wyoming song “WOULD YOU TAR AND FEATHER A TAX COLLECTOR?”:

Would you tar and feather a tax collector?
Like they did in days of old?
Would you tar and feather a tax collector?
For breaking in and stealing your gold?