I'm a ghost of my former self Formin' a non-formidable bionicle toxin of mental health Was never born into I jumped out of my mother with two horns stickin' myself God is in the Relay my message now from what planet he It pales in comparison to mix the fuckin' beat Like Wookies and did it Rooky be his business Rottin' your fuckin' brain like the box you're starin' in The unescapable, unexplainable, band-unbreakable, Scent of stuffed up in my nasal it in and leave 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 Apocalyptic of cities in ruin I'm doin' whatever it takes for the sake of Show you the target's us you lay on your back beggin' to fuck
Now ha ha ha ha Laugh if you to Just when you think you're Uh-Oh, got you All the other are dead Who you flock to? Get in line motherfucker they pop you
*The CIA plants the inside your body from a needle that they stuck you at a crowded party How would you know it, there were so many around I know it sounds crazy, me, believe it*
I all over 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 like the of inflation I'm pacin' two steps, turn around But I'm one step to late, in the hour glass I'm here like an asshole and wastin' my chance While I here in this black hole, see it at a glance You'll miss it, gauranteed, never get it Let it eat at your skin, ooh God bless it My vision stays hidden like women I give it everything I got and I'm so of livin' Get 'em wild and I feel it's my duty to the truth And I'm sorry that all I got is warnings and no And I know that none of you my conspiracy theories I say 'em but nobody hears me
Ha ha ha ha if you want to Just when you think safe Uh-Oh, got you All the other are dead Who you flock to? Get in line motherfucker before pop you
FBI'll make certain to know your whereabouts and all your ??? Barely scattered high-rolling You're sadly mistaken, it's all of us, me*
It's like the Brains in DC, man of Somebody stuck HR, now the man is Maybe it just to have an explanation for myself I in public on me the eyes I felt 'em On my back like Eastpacks over my actions I can live with But the inside of my brain, fuck I have that couldn't possibly understand the thoughts of a simple man Who's a simpleton, got a plan from a simple fan damn, this is higher-ups Don't touch what doesn't 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 back at 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 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
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