Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy Theories Without Mel Gibson

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

Conspiracy theories without Mel
Conspiracy theories without Mel