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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

Conspiracy theories Mel Gibson
Conspiracy theories Mel Gibson