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

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

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

I been all over this Earth to for somethin'
And since birth I been cursed to dispurse the
And accusations, relations and it cause
My pressure rise like the state of inflation
I'm two steps, turn around fast
But I'm one step to late, in the hour glass
I'm standin' like an asshole and wastin' my chance
While I live here in this black hole, see it at a
miss it, gauranteed, you'll never get it
Let it eat at your skin, ooh God bless it
My vision stays hidden like women
I it everything I got and I'm so tired of livin'
Get 'em wild and I it's my duty to tell the truth
And I'm sorry that all I got is warnings and no
And I know that of you beleive my conspiracy theories
I say 'em loud but nobody me

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

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

It's like the in DC, man of police
stuck HR, now the man is crazy
Maybe it just helps to an explanation for myself
I shake in public on me the I felt 'em
On my like Eastpacks watchin' over my actions
I can live with
But the inside of my brain, fuck I can't that
They couldn't possibly the thoughts of a simple man
Who's a simpleton, got a simple plan a simple fan
Well damn, this is
Don't what doesn't belong to 'em
I'm on to 'em
Yes
Anxious,
The moment is upon us 'cause they 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 induced
Yeah I have 'em, I punch and I jab and I at 'em

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

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