ON---LiN3

If i were to try n' describe the wide variety of violence thats lied,

About having actually happened..organically...

As apposed to a false flag dramatic scene,

With crisis actor teams,

Supported by their handlers keen,

Sense of understanding when a cast member is having,

Trouble in front of the camera,

Nothin's goin' as planned

Someone is gonna know its a scam ,

If youre the one who blows it, be dammed,

You goin' on a long trip ,in zee van ,

First they cuttin' off your fingers from each hand,

Lastly they remove your teeth ,and...

Thats just word on the street ,man...

Maybe one day world peace can,

Be all we've ever known ,so no need for police -man...

No prisons in existence, every one breathing a free-man..

Free- dam- mad-am ..keep em comin',

Deep in jungles,

I sneak in puddles,

Drinkin' mud spills,

Creepin underground ,

Into secret tunnels,

Where the beasts have huddled,

They each have stumbled,

On the people's troubles,

They sink their teeth into the people's stubble,

Cloned you ,just to eat your double,

Sinkin' their teeth into people's stubble,

After they eat you they drink your butthole,...

" I meant to say ,they get their blood full...

I mean , they get fulla yer blood,

( Chorus)

If i couldnt think up a more formal Chorus,

Then I could afford with,

Everybody on board get,

Your sorority dorm kids,

Out the door quick,

You poor ick....

Scuse for an influencer ..

( Verse)

Ive been in a constant state..

Of paranoia, cant concentrate,

Dont enjoy being on display,

Get annoyed when they dock my pay,

Avoid banks, so I bought a safe,

But my shitty apartment is not a place,

To keep a lot of cash stocked away,

They'll kick my door in,

Put a glock 2 my face,

You have not, what it takes,

To operate on a straight,

Line, you snakes climb,

& slither on your bellies ,in lakes dry,

Dont have another moment to waste... time...

Keeps on, keeps on tickin',

My fricken ,finger lick'n, pringles chip dipp'n,

A relationship now so no slippin',

No more pimpin',

Home, are Simpsons,

Homer, pigpen,

Misnomer fig-mints,

Of this pricks indignant imagination, tgey have me waitin',

( Chorus)

If i couldnt think up a more formal Chorus,

Then I could afford with,

Everybody on board get,

Your sorority dorm kids,

Out the door quick,

You poor ick....

Scuse for an influencer

( Verse)

Til the cows came home from the pasture, pace-in ,

Im past the place in,

Or of no return,

Slowly burn-in,

The herb from the gerd-in...

At a whim, ' at the sin...

Center of attention,

In the middle of tension,

Still a little resentment,

For pretending you give shits,

About the way its presented,

Any day up in this bitch,

Ill make you suspended,

In mid air ,in mid- sentence,

& Break your agenda,

Make you the butt-end'a...

My joke when I send a,

Deny request to your face book reply to become friends bruh,