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Rated: GC · Lyrics · Business · #2292738
The zones have been decided. Let the games begin!
Even when things was falling apart
I continued to work and live my part
In this life we all livin' in
Sometimes I wanna pull the pin
Press restart on the Nintendo box
Before I end up lying in chalk
A victim of the demons in my head
They really wish that I was dead
And sometimes I wish to kill you all too
Take you out like the old cartoons
Looney Tunes style, that'd make me smile
In silence like the legendary Pink fuckin' Panther
Why do I feel this way? I don't have all the answers
And neither do you. You're just a professional griefer
Tellin us lies, now you presentin' us reefer

You sayin' it's okay now, might help with yo' depression
Try out these mushrooms, have a hotboxin' session
A psychedelic pharmaceutical drug revolution
It's gonna solve all the kids problems, it's the new solution!
And y'all gonna be a part of this new experiment
And you can be our guinea pigs, what's that? You just want affordable rent?
Hahaha, Don't worry about that, it's just part of the markets new cap
Nothing we can do about all this inflation
It's just the cost of living in all our nations
This world that we built
Still controlled by the suits
At the top of the ladder
Thinkin' none of us matter
We built their pyramids, their towers in London
Time to have a little bit of fun with 'em
Now we gonna make sure it all be crumblin'
No fuckin' shit-talking, no fuckin' fumblin'
They named the snowman Bumble
But he ready to fucking rumble
So do re mi fuck all these ancient manuscripts
These leaders gonna suck Godzilla's dick

They all taking money from the tower of babble
They just want the same old shit from the spiral
Uniformly the same like Simon Cowell's
Wardrobe of crew shirts
Dishing out the same dirt
No more truth for the masses
No more warnings in life, we take away all of yo' passes
Cause: they have been sent here to destroy us
Like too much fucking soy sauce
On the white rice from the take out
You ordered from Saigon
To eat while ya watching fights in the octagon
They battling it out like a game of Tron
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