Lyrics:
Bitch I go coo coo fa co co puffs
Said I'm so coo coo fo co co puffs
Means I'm serial killer aye
Honey nut Cheerio dealer weight
Moving O's stacked
Voices in my brain, sending me insane, drive the pain like a runaway train. The thirst for blood, never to be sated. Our paths crossed by chance
crossbow
What do you expect of a Lannister?
Excepting how to lie?
Give the people what they need
A king who understands their suffering
Tyrant killer killing
the truth)
Non greater N.O.VATA back for the first time
Burst rhymes with a passion
Like killers that thirst crime burst nines
You can tell by that very first
swear
You will know me by the scars I bare
Shapeless, vengeance
We are the thousand children of death
We're in between, on the fence
Non-descript
By any means ima get it you better get involved
Step on the snow with the mannitol then i get it gone
Maneuver work through the trenches i hope i
back (gotta have it)
Askin' my killers what's takin' so long
I don't remember this takin' so long (too long)
Whole lot of tryin', can't take it no
Riders on the storm.
There's a killer on the road.
His brain is squirming like a toad.
Take a long holiday
Let your children play.
If you give this man
And hypocrisy the name
Marilyn Manson has never celebrated the sad
Fact that America puts killers on
The cover of Time magazine
Giving them as much notoriety
is not an upgrade
I understand why you mad, I know you mad
But you really killing men and women innocents and children yeah
What a society, 500 years
we're out of time
I will not let the wealthy take control of our minds
Leave the bodies
They burn them anyways
Underground tunnels
They take children
by example
Show the yute dem what I'm on
Mic on, let bygones be bygones
I told you im blessed my guy
I replaced that X with an I
That's why they
my
Mommy? Where was my dad?
(And the babies say) Where was my
Mommy? Where was my dad?
(Let the children say) Where was my
Mommy? Where was my dad?
Immortal Technique]
Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots
Lick shots for the revolution
Lick shots, lick shots, lick shots, lick shots
But watch, where the fuck
changin the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wage earner
See I be what John
the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wave journer
See I be what John Wilkes Booth
a way
Revolution
I don't need to kill anyone, 'cause it's all in my head, do I believe
And abide by the rules of property
Do I submit myself to the never
us we used to be barbaric, we had actual queens
Black is watchin' child soldiers gettin' killed by other children
Feelin' sick, like, "Oh shit, this
Riders on the storm
There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If you give this man
visibly shaken
Taken them plungers, plungin' to death that's painted by the numbers
With Krylon applied pressure, cats is playin God
By havin' children
'head and live careless
Five years from now you'll be explaining to your children's what welfare is
I'm anxious to explain to my babies why Daddy famous
I
pill I had to swallow
Sucked it up and I got through what to do to take care of my children and you
I need you to choose it (go choose it)
I don't
hijackings?
Soul rides by a vehicle
Low drive by a signal
Saw Christ by a miracle
Aren't just flaws
Unjust laws? It's just floors
A thugs' cause
It's like
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