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Make them eat their words |
I just got some new ammunition And I'm not accepting your terms and conditions I'm so tired of you tracking all our expenditures We losin' our freedoms to support your business ventures So fed up with them making all the decisions They wantin' to capitalize on creatin' divisions They're taking our children and raping our women They're mixing and matching inside of our prisons1 And I'm not down with what they want as a vision Ain't no future for me Got no room in the tree Of our shared humanity These Muthafuckin faggots Writhing in garbage like maggots They all having wet dreams 'Bout our children gettin' creamed This all has become a fucking joke It's a slippery slope The virus they been introducin' Got some of us to start abusin' Each other, hurtin' and usin' See, George Floyd was just a set up Blown up by media so we'd all get up Stand up and fight each other Our sisters and brothers Instead of the monsters Who needed time to recover So they distracted us from lovin' See we've been fightin' over nothin' And I been keeping it together with tape And glue Just like this Muthafuckin shoe That I bought last Christmas From a franchise business In the local mall Where we go to brawl For sumthin to do Cause we haven't a clue What to do with ourselves We're all been missing our cues We ain't been getting real news We all getting screwed By the corporate views They controlling our lives They're not letting us thrive In this fucking beehive They're making up all of these new definitions Crafting new words and making revisions Creatin' n brandin' all sorts of mental afflictions Prescribing pills to fuel manufactured addictions FDA fast-tracks it all; dropping their restrictions For these giant corporations, and it's our lives they be constricting Doctors paid to inscribe it in the diagnostical bible Ensuring the pharmaceutical companies survival The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders Now a collection of human behaviors twisted by these informers Making a fortune Off gender dysphoria And Indoctrinating our children The tower of babble they buildin' Now I don't know 'bout all of you But I no longer got a crew It's just me here dropping clues 'Cause I don't know what else to do Played 7 Up as a kid, thumbs folded over Then I got a little bit older Played 6 Up on the corner 'Cause life got a whole lot colder But we still all cared 'bout each other Watched out for all them undercover Pigs that always be watchin' us Some of them, always be stalkin' us But don't worry cause we all be stacked And they don't know what we got packed They don't know they gonna get whacked Soon, they all be havin' heart attacks When they no longer intact Cause them balls are gonna be hacked Right off and we gonna shove em into their mouths and down their throats Like they shoved all of their religions and now this wokeness trope Revelling in this manufactured reality, this digital illusion Sowing the seeds of propaganda and lovin' the confusion Footnotes |