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I'm just a ghost of my former
Formin' a non-formidable more bionicle toxin of mental
Was never born into
I out of my mother with two horns stickin' outta myself
God is in the
Relay my message now from what he hails
It pales in to mix with the fuckin' beat
Like and Harrison did it
Rooky be his business
Rottin' your 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 in these heathens
And these demons really use a good ass reamin'
So I it to 'em, spit it to 'em
Apocalyptic visions of cities in
I'm doin' whatever it for the sake of argument
you that the target's us
While you lay on your back to fuck

Now 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 line before they pop you

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

I been all over this Earth to for somethin'
And since birth I cursed to dispurse the substance
And accusations, relations and it cause
My blood pressure like the state of inflation
I'm two steps, turn around fast
But I'm one step to late, sand in the glass
I'm standin' here like an asshole and my chance
I live here in this black hole, see it at a glance
You'll miss it, gauranteed, never get it
Let it eat away at skin, ooh God bless it
My vision stays like telephone women
I give it I got and I'm so tired of livin'
Get 'em wild and I feel it's my duty to the truth
And I'm sorry all I got is warnings and no proof
And I know that none of you beleive my theories
I say 'em loud but hears me

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

*The FBI'll certain to know your whereabouts
and all contacts ???
Barely scattered gangsters
You're sadly mistaken, all of us, believe me*

It's the Brains in DC, man of police
Somebody HR, now the man is crazy
Maybe it just to have an explanation 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 of my brain, fuck I can't have that
They possibly understand the thoughts of a simple man
Who's a simpleton, got a simple plan from a fan
Well damn, this is
Don't touch what belong to 'em
I'm on to 'em
Yes
Anxious,
The moment is upon us 'cause they slippin' in old age
No matter who run up on us we run it right at them
We attack 'em the cyber fiber-optics sarcotic
Chronic induced
Yeah I have 'em, I and I jab and I grab at 'em

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

Conspiracy without Mel Gibson
Conspiracy without Mel Gibson