Luyện nghe bài hát Conspiracy Theories Without Mel Gibson

I'm just a ghost of my self
Formin' a more bionicle toxin of mental health
Was never into wealth
I jumped out of my with two horns stickin' outta myself
God is in the
Relay my message now what planet he hails
It pales in comparison to mix the fuckin' beat
Wookies and Harrison did it
Rooky be handlin' his
Rottin' your fuckin' like the box that you're starin' in
The unescapable, unexplainable, band-unbreakable,
Scent of hatred stuffed up in my
Breathe it in and leave it in, let it soak in these
And demons could really use a good ass reamin'
So I it to 'em, spit it to 'em
Apocalyptic of cities in ruin
I'm doin' whatever it takes for the sake of
you that the target's us
While you lay on your back to fuck

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

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

I all over this Earth to search for somethin'
And since birth I cursed to dispurse the substance
And accusations, relations and it cause
My blood pressure rise like the state of
I'm two steps, turn around fast
But I'm one step to late, sand in the hour
I'm standin' here like an asshole and wastin' my
While I live here in this hole, see it at a glance
miss it, gauranteed, you'll never get it
Let it eat away at skin, ooh God bless it
My vision hidden like telephone women
I give it everything I got and I'm so tired of
Get 'em wild and I feel it's my duty to the truth
And I'm sorry all I got is warnings and no proof
And I that none of you beleive my conspiracy theories
I say 'em but nobody hears me

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

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

It's like the Brains in DC, man of
Somebody HR, now the man is crazy
Maybe it helps to have an explanation for myself
I in public on me the eyes I felt 'em
On my back like Eastpacks watchin' my actions
I can live with
But the inside of my brain, I can't have that
They couldn't possibly 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 doesn't belong to 'em
I'm on to 'em
Yes
Anxious,
The moment is us 'cause they slippin' in they old age
No matter who run up on us we run it right at them
We attack 'em with the cyber fiber-optics
Chronic induced
Yeah I have 'em, I punch and I jab and I at 'em

Now 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 flock to?
Get in line motherfucker before pop you

Conspiracy theories without Mel
Conspiracy theories without Mel