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yeah ((you feel the burn)) it’s the one & only ((you feel the burn)) i’m ’bout to excoriate ’em ((you ready to learn)) bernie & k!llary supporters…mindless sychopanthinc social_justice warriors…what you fightin’ for? (g_y rights?) you fightin’ for freedom? (transgenders?) i endorse the lesser of two evils, only because you people hate ’em (hate ’em) & you know what? (know what) i f_ckin’ love it! ((i f_ckin’ love it))

aye yo (((goyim)))
you’re lookin’ in all of tha wrong directions for solutions…to problems that don’t exist, yes you’ve been chasin’ these illusions…applе falls on your head, you get a delusion. likе, isaac newton…when he thought that he was illumined. i had a suspicion, but now it is my conclusion…you’re myth_a_maticians, and your malfeasance has been proven. the ultimate victim you’ve been playing, & portraying, & the sh_t that you’ve been saying it’s gonna lead to something gruesome. the jig is up, no more faking persecution, the retribution will result in your execution. the enemy better be ready to pay the restitution, & all of the penalties can comatent with his intrusion (yo) i cannot inhabit a place where the profusion of lies, threaten demise of everything that’s human. it’s time to remove the band_aid & keep it movin’, extract the parasite, & give the host a transfusion…

cold, harsh place (yes it is) we are livin (are we really?) nothin’ granted (nothin’) nothin’ given (nothin’) only rented…only borrowed (aye yo) if they could, they would disarm you tomorrow (tell me now?) how far gone will things have to be, for you to finally agree with the things that i see? caution must be thrown to the wind…once you understand the problem, if you’re grown, & you’re men. until you acknowledge the room for improvement, there will always be lingering doom in your movement. your cognitive dissonance makes it half_impossible to grasp the logical fact you’re dealing with pathalogical…behavior…it’s like you want them to enslave ya, & make ya walk_in_places, when they offer you a savior…i waived ya every iota of hope is lost, as long as you keep walikin’ ’round believin’ in some soap_o’caust…

there’s no turnin’ back…
the plans have been laid…
no games will be played…
no compromises made…
the monsters’ won’t be spared, when everything gets weighed…
i’m throwin’ tha grenade…
the dragon will be slayed…
there’s no turnin’ back…
the plans have been laid…
no games will be played…
no compromises made…
the monsters’ won’t be spared, when everything gets weighed…
i’m throwin’ tha grenade…
the dragon must be slayed…
i’m a psychiatrist, i don’t need a piece of paper…to pick up a dsm, and see you motherf_ckas are crazy…thinking you’re chosen by some god that you invented…see, that’s the dictionary definition of demented…when the host wakes up, that’s something you cannot afford…you see, you’ve normalized sh_t, that should be rightfully deplored (true) the 2nd to the last resorts’ to strap you to a board…either way, chin_up sweetheart, somehow we’re gonna get you cured…it’s an actor’s paradise…they got you chasin’ ghosts…extract the parasites…resuscitate the host…it happens everytime, that cannot be denied…but, it’s a special time, ’cause this gonna be worldwide…do you like all your little girls’ imitatin’ all these cheap hollywood wh0res? who the f_ck you think put them there, & keeps them there, gives them awards? it’s an actor’s paradise…you better stop chasin’ ghosts…extract the parasites…resuscitate the host…
it’s time for me to drop that bass…
replace it ‘wit an 808…
i sucked away the soul, if this was all you’d think it’s great…parasites have set your pace, been relegated to a safe_sp_ce…call this a macro_smack, you make me want to break yo face…most wouldn’t know the truth if it hit them, smack_dab in the head, they are victims…they are fallin’ for the trick, & they’re all up on the d_ck of a sychopanthinc pr_ck, who would stick them…for thirty measly shekels…they’ll k!ll they f_ckin’ mother, rob their father, pimp they sista, this why i’m tryin’ talk to my brothas…

- payday monsanto

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