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I'm just a ghost of my former
Formin' a non-formidable more bionicle of mental health
Was never into wealth
I jumped out of my mother with two horns 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' 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 really use a good ass
So I it to 'em, spit it to 'em
Apocalyptic visions of in ruin
I'm doin' whatever it for the sake of argument
you that the target's us
While you lay on your beggin' to fuck

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

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

I been all over this Earth to search for
And since birth I been to dispurse the substance
And accusations, relations and it hesitations
My blood pressure rise like the of inflation
I'm two steps, turn around fast
But I'm one to late, sand in the hour glass
I'm standin' here an asshole and wastin' my chance
While I live in this black hole, see it at a glance
You'll it, gauranteed, you'll never get it
Let it eat at your skin, ooh God bless it
My stays hidden like telephone women
I give it I got and I'm so tired of livin'
Get 'em wild and I feel it's my to tell 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 loud but hears me

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 before pop you

*The FBI'll make to know your whereabouts
and all your ???
Barely high-rolling gangsters
You're mistaken, it's 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 an explanation for myself
I shake in public on me the eyes I 'em
On my back like Eastpacks watchin' my actions
I can live that
But the of my brain, fuck I can't have that
They couldn't understand the thoughts of a simple man
a simpleton, got a simple plan from a simple fan
Well damn, this is
Don't touch doesn't belong to 'em
I'm on to 'em
Yes
Anxious,
The moment is upon us 'cause they in they old age
No who run up on us we run it right back at them
We 'em with the cyber fiber-optics sarcotic
induced spasms
Yeah I 'em, I punch and I jab and I grab at 'em

Now ha ha ha ha
if you want 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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