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I'm just a ghost of my former
a non-formidable more bionicle toxin of mental health
Was never born wealth
I jumped out of my mother with two horns outta myself
God is in the
Relay my message now from what he hails
It in comparison to mix with the fuckin' beat
Like Wookies and did it
be handlin' his business
Rottin' fuckin' brain like the box that you're starin' in
The unescapable, unexplainable, band-unbreakable,
of hatred stuffed up in my nasal
Breathe it in and leave it in, let it soak in these
And these demons could really use a ass reamin'
So I it to 'em, spit it to 'em
Apocalyptic of cities in ruin
I'm doin' whatever it takes for the sake of
you that the target's us
While you lay on your back beggin' to

Now ha ha ha ha
Laugh if you to
Just when you you're safe
Uh-Oh, got you
All the other sheep are
Who you flock to?
Get in line motherfucker they pop you

*The CIA the chip inside your body
from a needle that stuck you with at a crowded party
How would you know it, there so many people around
I know it sounds crazy, trust me, it*

I been all over Earth to search for somethin'
And since birth I been cursed to the substance
And accusations, relations and it hesitations
My blood rise like the state of inflation
I'm two steps, turn around fast
But I'm one to late, sand in the hour glass
I'm standin' here like an asshole and my chance
While I live here in this black hole, see it at a
You'll miss it, gauranteed, you'll get it
Let it eat away at skin, ooh God bless it
My vision stays like telephone women
I give it everything I got and I'm so of livin'
Get 'em and I feel it's my duty to tell the truth
And I'm sorry all I got is warnings and no proof
And I know that none of you my conspiracy theories
I say 'em loud but nobody me

Ha ha ha ha
if you want to
Just you think you're safe
Uh-Oh, got you
All the other sheep are
Who you gonna to?
Get in line motherfucker before pop you

*The FBI'll make certain to know whereabouts
and all contacts ???
Barely scattered high-rolling
You're sadly mistaken, it's all of us, me*

It's the Brains in DC, man of police
Somebody stuck HR, now the man is
Maybe it just helps to have an for myself
I in public on me the eyes I felt 'em
On my back like Eastpacks watchin' my actions
I can with that
But the inside of my brain, I can't have that
They couldn't possibly understand the of a simple man
Who's a simpleton, got a simple plan from a fan
damn, this is higher-ups
Don't touch what belong to 'em
I'm on to 'em
Yes
Anxious,
The moment is upon us they slippin' in they old age
No matter who run up on us we run it right at them
We attack 'em with the fiber-optics sarcotic
Chronic spasms
Yeah I 'em, I punch and I jab and I grab at 'em

Now ha ha ha ha
if you want to
Just when you think you're
Uh-Oh, got you
All the other sheep are
Who you gonna to?
Get in line motherfucker they pop you

Conspiracy without Mel Gibson
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