GLADIO/Parenti (feat. JJ Demon)

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This is a collect call from JJ Demon
From a Pennsylvania Correctional Facility
This call is subject to recording
To accept charges, press one
YEEERO - yeah they got me like Trotsky, dog
Fuckin' swine booked me in the corner store, tackled me through a stack of Old Milwaukee
I'm on C right now, with the big boys
Yeah, you know they gotta keep me on the felon block
Yeah, well, you know what we always say:
"Of course it's political 'cause it's always political"
Aight, peace
I'mma put it succinctly, I'mma run up, do the Hinckley
But the Reagan age heat older than me do more than right wing him
I'm Wendy's serving double stacks, double back and you leaking
Quad stacks if you want extra beef, green beam him
Steez too clean, kick rocks, on your wrist rocks scheming
Red letter day, red menace stay with the ghost gun squeezing
1911 do 'em 1917, straight treason
No rest or reprieve fucking with me and JJ Demon
Flip incorporated, stand too close you're getting damp
Dope performers posted on the corner like a stamp
Open season, hoping that you leave it up to chance
This ain't no acid rap, we're snorting white and shooting tan
How is he lifting the fucking hood up like he's Valvoline
Alchemy, beef is driving 'em crazy, mad cow disease
I just want my people to be proud of me
Prisoners and workers, all my equals should be proud of me
Ayo, adios, caught him trying to dip, he hit the patio
Clapping the secret service, trying to serve up a new Gladio
Strategia della tensione, I phone Italia
Blowing your fucking cover, we're discovering every alias
Ghost gun with the beam on it, I'm the red menace
What they talk about in the poison pen letters make the comrades sentimental
With the big budget for the incidentals and the healthcare, hope it covers dental
We were traumatized, hope it covers mental, get your big dogs, let 'em out the kennel
Got it in the jeans if you're out of pocket, orange, white, green for the balaclava
Armalite teen singing fa-la-la-la-la
Propaganda doing them Masonic Lodge, and I'll do you like you did Islamabad
When I murder Nazis I'm chronological
Arms stacking like Brezhnev
Strong cut for bedheads, red dot, you a redhead
Headshots for counterrevolution, you're headed towards
Put the gun in your hand so you get the credit for it
I got two words for you disgraced fucking fakes
I'mma grab the hammer under the mattress like Triple H
X marks the spot, shake your frame, make you degenerate
Heartbreak kid, hardcore, money in the bank shit
My music sweet chin, get your fucking face kicked
Toss you off the cage like Mankind, you need a facelift
You'll never be that fly again sucka, face it
Fire in our eyes, run it nice 'fore we take it
This four-four revolving door steel stainless
Repeat the same games with these perfect strangers
Deranged estrangement, brain detainment
The kings created lonely pawns to play with
Smoke and mirrors, selling what we snort off mirrors
Coke, heroin, guns ran by government agent dealers
Blowback in the pot created boss flagrant dealers
Take it back to the spot and plot on the wicked world leaders
Gold .380, looking like a Bond villain
Depression been the hardest mission, doctors pushing poison prescriptions
Doing Xanax in class, they thought my soul was missing
Popping beans, now I got beams for crooked politicians
Demons in my head, pocket full of lead
Everybody doing fent, walking 'round the living dead
Cop stressed, need to vent, I'll put holes in his chest
WATCHOUT4JAKES, your whole precinct dead
We all ruled by these money dreams
It's the enticement of vices and pinky rings
You know I need the bladed 23s
The armor plated on my Chevrolet please
A few hundred rounds in the backseat
A few hundred pounds to the backstreets
A few hundred thou', they thought shit was sweet
Now we got more firepower than the local PDs

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