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I'm just a ghost of my former
Formin' a non-formidable more toxin of mental health
Was born into wealth
I out of my mother with two horns stickin' outta myself
God is in the
my message now from what planet he hails
It pales in to mix with the fuckin' beat
Like and Harrison did it
Rooky be handlin' his
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 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 takes for the of argument
Show you that the us
While you lay on your back beggin' to

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

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

I been all over this Earth to for somethin'
And since birth I cursed to dispurse the substance
And accusations, and it cause hesitations
My blood pressure rise the state of inflation
I'm pacin' two steps, turn around
But I'm one step to late, in the hour glass
I'm standin' here like an asshole and wastin' my
While I live here in black hole, see it at a glance
miss it, gauranteed, you'll never get it
Let it eat at your skin, ooh God bless it
My vision stays hidden like telephone
I give it everything I got and I'm so tired of
Get 'em wild and I feel my duty to tell the truth
And I'm sorry all I got is warnings and no proof
And I know that of you beleive my conspiracy theories
I say 'em loud but hears me

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

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

It's like the Brains in DC, man of
Somebody stuck HR, now the man is
it just helps to have an explanation for myself
I shake in public on me the eyes I 'em
On my back Eastpacks watchin' over my actions
I can with that
But the of my brain, fuck I can't have that
They couldn't possibly understand the 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 is upon us 'cause they slippin' in they old age
No who run up on us we run it right back at them
We attack 'em the cyber fiber-optics sarcotic
induced spasms
Yeah I have 'em, I and I jab and I grab at 'em

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

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