I'm just a ghost of my self Formin' a more bionicle toxin of mental health Was born into wealth I jumped out of my mother two horns stickin' outta myself God is in the Relay my message now from what planet he It pales in comparison to mix with the fuckin' Wookies and Harrison did it Rooky be his business your 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 it in, let it soak in these heathens And these demons could use a good ass reamin' So I give it to 'em, it to 'em visions of cities in ruin I'm whatever it takes for the sake of argument you that the target's us While you lay on back beggin' to fuck
Now ha ha ha ha if you want to Just you think you're safe Uh-Oh, got you All the sheep are dead Who you gonna to? Get in line motherfucker they pop you
*The CIA plants the chip your body from a needle that stuck you with at a crowded party How would you know it, there were so many people I know it crazy, trust me, believe it*
I been all this Earth to search for somethin' And since I been cursed to dispurse the substance And accusations, relations and it hesitations My blood pressure rise the state of inflation I'm pacin' two steps, around fast But I'm one step to late, 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, never get it Let it eat at your skin, ooh God bless it My vision hidden like telephone women I it everything I got and I'm so tired of livin' Get 'em and I feel it's my duty to tell the truth And I'm that all I got is warnings and no proof And I know that none of you my conspiracy theories I say 'em loud but hears me
Ha ha ha ha if you want to Just when you think you're Uh-Oh, got you All the sheep are dead Who you gonna to? Get in line motherfucker before pop you
*The FBI'll make certain to your whereabouts and all your ??? Barely high-rolling gangsters You're sadly mistaken, all of us, believe me*
It's like the in DC, man of police Somebody stuck HR, now the man is Maybe it just helps to have an for myself I shake in public on me the I felt 'em On my like Eastpacks watchin' over my actions I can live 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 a simple fan Well damn, is higher-ups touch what doesn't belong to 'em I'm on to 'em Yes Anxious, The moment is upon us 'cause slippin' in they old age No matter who run up on us we run it right at them We attack 'em with the cyber sarcotic Chronic spasms I have 'em, I punch and I jab and I grab at 'em
Now ha ha ha ha Laugh if you to when you think you're safe Uh-Oh, got you All the other are dead Who you gonna to? Get in line motherfucker before pop you
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