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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