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Yo Fuck George Bush and the CIA They sabatoge Ross Perot's '92 campaign It's insane ain't no way your plane hit the Pentagon How long before Israel has another war with Lebanon? All bets are off cause war is a business Uncle Sam collecting taxes and charging you interest Trump and Putin stay chummy Just follow the money you'll get it, politicians Corrupting the system it's all just fictitious They sweep dirt under the rug, then hope you forget it Like the billions that go missin' But top secret missions, you think I'm kidding? Just ask Gary McKinnon, who had an asset and was facing Time up in prison for finding misted space fleets in existence UFOs, satellite images, alien visits This shit ain't a gimmick, today's kids ain't listening They more interested in iPhones, while the NSA flies drones and spies on your homes They just a dummy dude your wrong You don't know what you speaking Our presidents chillin At Maralago like every weekend That's what happens When you give playboys The power they seeking That's like giving em' pants up to the FEDs And now they are tweeting If you don't see the problems runnin' Down then what are you cheifing? You need to learn to Stop running your mouth And practice your preaching You rather turn and Stop handle stop Running away for no reason I guess that's how them Cowards gunna roll when killings the season The CIA doesn't have Problems killing one of our citizens Covert operations Budgets are becoming big business And then there's no accountability Erasing the witness They wanna stop the opposition Just to leave em' defenseless They feed you so much propaganda Guilty plea in a sentence And even though you Did nothing wrong they Make you ask for repentance Man the systems so crooked And I don't beg for forgiveness I hope the people Finally see the truth and never Surrender, let's go Callin' out the Clintons Like I'm Christopher Hitchens All of my writtens Ammunitions How absurd When I'm spittin' A rabble rousers Ambition We rabble rousers On missions We never bow In submission A doubters face where I piss in, a haters mouth where My dick is, shootin' Rounds I'm addicted Killer clowns on the News man what the fuck is this? All these bullies rule the world Threatening nuclear physics All theses dude becoming Girls inverted dicks so they sit on a pisser Sick shit like Clinton's Bent dick fucking kids, Bills raped victims left The rate with a bitten lip I need a beat nose How hes crooked like his little dick Larry King pimp the kids to politicians taking pics I'm from where (?) Was born Busting nuts to exotic, that old Ann Dunham porn Obamas mama who The fuck is his father white house? Is someone new now, but I'm still a martyr Drop em' I'm against oppression, it represents, wickedness In the strictess sence, they got a big defense Budget but they play offensively, throwing Bombs over the fence aggressively Gods' destiny, Gods the weaponry Where ideologies go for glorified death The vast majority is running out of empathy But I got plenty I won't let society empty me Although it's tempting it would probably Ease a lot of tension I could let them win but then my soul Would be in jeopardy Its worth more than anyone on my life's could ever be I'm on my last stuff of shit And that's the fucking centerpiece, I've bent My enemies on every instrumental They scared of my Potential so they try to fucking censor me Extra sensory perception has left em' with no other Options but jotting down these thoughts indefinitely
Writer(s): Michael John Gilmore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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