Lyrics:
Ooooo
Ahhhh
I'm like L. Ron Hubbard
I'm like L. Ron Hubbard
Created my own religion and now I'm makin' dough
You fuck around with the cult, then we
hardware like Hubbard's
Rob a boy shoes, tell him he a bitch
He don't want this, he ain't with the Clique
He don't got sticks, he ain't one of us
His chest
that L. Ron Hubbard would have to be one of them."
"Oh My Lord! Oh My Lord! Oh My Oh My!"
The Pie Man passes by on his way
nigga, that's why it sounds undiscovered
Explode like L. Ron Hubbard, on the Dianetics Cover, smother a brother
Been "Lethal" for years ask Gibson
a government so twisted and bent
Bombs, tanks and guns is how our money is spent
We got V.D., heroin, greed and prostitution
Tension, aggravation, L. Ron
to swim... Learn to swim... Learn to swim...
Fuck L. Ron Hubbard
And fuck all his clones
Fuck all these gun-toting
Hip gangster wanna-bes
Learn to swim...
jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip and all I could think was: "I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fuckin' pants."
So
discover
Might never have another, so I had to fuck her
Reach into my pockets, damn I ain't got a rubber
See my nigga Ron, like L. Ron Hubbard, he be outta
the butt end of the banana vessel
And hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw,
and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip,
and all I could think was:
"I hope
own tags
Don't touch this
Crackling hot shit
I snap ya shoulder blade in half
Laugh, and pop shit
Reader's Digest, passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard
This the ministry of street energy
The church of criminology, teaching my chemistries
Woo I'm the L. Ron Hubbard of the cupboard
To some certain
L. Ron Hubbard with no bling
Vitamin Water and codeine
You think you know things
But you know no things
I'm just waiting for the bell to go
stoned to start emission
People too scared to go to prison
We're unable to make decisions
Political party line don't cross that floor
L. Ron Hubbard can't
The truth is bare, and so is my cupboards, too
I wonder what could even L. Ron Hubbard do
Because my mind right now is on the brink of breakin
Yo,
rock pastel
Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours catalog
while I launch technology
Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my
miscavige
So I don't need L. Ron Hubbard
Or dianetics for the hell i suffered
That's science-fiction
Brainwash people into a condition
Then stamp it
a smile on our face. Extort! Exploit! Enslave! In our holy embrace. L. Ron Hubbard was a fraud, he lied and cheated to be seen as a god. Dave Miscavige took
they're all full of shit
L. Ron Hubbard can suck my dick
I'm so glad that he got his
Fuck David Miscavige
That guy murdered his wife
Everything I say is
jeg slukker en smøg foran ruden
til L. Ron Hubbards kontor
Dagen holder på sin ret
af halvudkogte hændelser
Jeg kridter
from MDMA
L. Ron Hubbard never mentioned this
We are not alone, we’ll leave you to your own devices
Not alone
E.T. fuck off home
We are not alone
from MDMA
L. Ron Hubbard never mentioned this
We are not alone, we’ll leave you to your own devices
Not alone
E.T. fuck off home
We are not alone
[Goretex]
Alien rehab, with L. Ron Hubbard the drug backet
Pediatrics bugging on snuff flicks with Tera Patrick
Digital dick, out for cheddar bled
For song run in my genetics
I gave ideas to L. Ron Hubbard to write books on Dianetics
FedEx your info, if you want to show the manager
Mr. Dave
put you places where your mind can't get you back from
Little nigga ain't write me back since
Still supply the jail L. Pridgon you got mail
It's
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