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payday monsanto – justice department clowns (portable prison) كلمات اغاني

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it’s clear there’s a system…
you can see their system on me…
you think you’re gonna hide, m_th_f_cker?
this, while this m_th_f_cker assaults me in broad daylight, every single f_ckin’ day…
they’re real f_ckin’ clever…
you think you’re gonna hide, m_th_f_ckers?
i’m gonna smoke you outta your m_th_f_ckin’ hole, you little f_ggot, weasel, c_cksucking, coward, treasonous, little f_ckin’ weasel…
i’m gonna smoke you outta your f_cking hole…
you are not gonna hide…

(ah_ha_ha_ha_ha)
it seems…
the justice department has hired clowns, gavе me some little nan0bots to fly around. put thе internet of things in all your eyes, you can’t even detect these stalker spies. they’re mapping your brain, every single thought, plausibly deniable, they can’t be caught. you got a satellite latched onto your crown, in a portable prison following you around…

fibers flying up your nose, defying gravity, packing it into your nasal cavity. mimicking the mucosa of your own factory, using frequency weapons, to stressen you dramatically. electrically_charged graphene giving you microclots, nah you don’t need a vaccine. all you gotta do is breathe, once the nano particulates are inside you, you will not believe. all the information they can ascertain, the various angles on which they can zap your brain. that sounds like tin_foil hat sh_t, that’s insane, payday you used to make good music, what happened mane? what happened was my music came home to roost, i was speaking just a little bit too much truth. they’ve been secretly following me since ’02, then they tapped me on the shoulder, right before their new jew_flu…

the justice department hired all these clowns, gave you some nan0bots they can fly around. put the internet of things in all your eyes, you can’t even detect these stalker spies. they’re mapping your brain, every single thought, plausibly deniable, they can’t be caught. they got a satellite locked onto your crown, in a portable prison following you around…

just ’cause they haven’t turned it up yet, doesn’t mean you will not be upset. when they activate it, you will be astonished at the level your foglets have acclimated. knives, guns, and bats don’t bother ghosts, this understands what you can’t stand the most, when it comes to p_ssing you off…

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