Lyrics:
procreate
Stricken by the life you take
Force you to
Abort the whore
Harlot cunt denied
Please tell me Mother
What was my crime
What was my crime
A hatred
The vibes all up when i'm feeling good,
All of the bro's wanna get out the hood
The years go by it's crazy,
Summer time feels and get's so brazy
been created by god and forsaken by his son,
I always served this hero sent from the sky.
It was inevitable; I just fed a great and growing rising force
I can't even, I can't even make this shit up even if I want to
This shit just happens by itself at this point I don't
I don't force shit into fruition
to sterilize
With a hundred tons of force, its name is The Cuntcrusher
Hooks pierce through their feet, then suspends them upside down to be fed
Into the side
Pushin'
Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs
D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby I got
Say man, I don't give a fuck about the FEDs
D E A, G T F, Task Force, Jump-out boys
Or your local neighborhood robbers
Baby, I got to keep
bodies unidentified
Like aliens tailed by the feds try and
Run and hide my alias
I paid dues and debts but
Ya'll don't have none do it for ends
Do it
terror
No wonder I'm under stress, I got my door kicked off by a bunch of feds
And when they left It looked like I had rave
And invited more than
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
that your head
Has been twisted and fed
By worthless foam from the mouth
I can tell you are torn
Between stayin' and returnin'
On back to the South
a system continuously being fed
By a burning ball of plasma so distant and uncaring yet life-giving
Blessing this region with its warmth for Earth and Her
all with the Fanta fizz
Sip syrup until deceased
And never leave home without ya piece
Air Force with the crease
From running from the feds and the heat
is its source
That's why they were bred
Immortals search for the taste of "The Blood"
So that they may be fed
Little by little victims are
Force-fed delusions from the overseer's hands
Won't swallow a doctrine that denies the truth
Most absorb the sickness, saturated in the vile,
Force fed ideals
FALSE MORALITY
No more - deny these lies
Lies
No more - deny these lies
From the time we're born
We've been assigned our roles
And you'll
skin, pin by pin
Contacts control who she sees, blinders on memories
Force fed the program, the pattern
Force fed who I am, a pattern
Pass it on cowards,
our rage
Force fed this disillusion
Missing a torn-out page
Suppress the revolution
All eyes on the big stage
Swept to the institutions
Complacent in
sick of swallowing
A dead end path I'm sick of following
I'm becoming my own worst enemy
Spit it out
Force-fed by no other than me
Self-inflicted
a curse
Point it towards corporate America
Stick a fork in and turn
'Cause four-letter words are more better heard
The world force-fed a turd to me,
you one
Wide big Lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants,
you one
Wide big Lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants,
force
Throw you off course, of course, you missed the runway
We mash, like the first kickoff, on a Sunday
Collisions, divisions of niggaz, down
importance
Fathered by the system
Subject to abortion
People gather listen
Their ears burn, I'm torchin
Took our land by force
Sin
Whooped us on to Christian
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