Lyrics:
bag baby
Limits are what you won't do and should be respected by all parties
Yeah
Submissive doesn't always mean slave
I mean it can, but only with
him see
He's elevated to a higher level
To feed a need, let the adrenalin flow
A warped sensation, deceit is blissful
Mystified by lies, demoralizing
No
a number Absorbed by the crowd But now I feel the urge To stand up like a man I'll leave my mark on society Anyway I can Slaughtering the innocent
to see here, so much more to do
Yet I can't help but relinquish control off to you
Perhaps our God in Heaven, thought to be kind and just
Isn't quite
the emotional side
What's the point in trying if this
End result of dying sits
Persistently encloaked in dimness
Life can't thrive controlled by digits
I know
the safe
Beat his ass, like a case
Get that bag, then I race
Look, I can't never let a nigga
Try to ever control me
I'ma blow her back out then
I suck on her
Fuck for the free i'm scarеd as fuck
Lowkey this bitch she a freak
She a internet groupie I think
They not the ones, hit
Control, alt, delete, yeah, yeah
do a trick, real acrobatic
Act innocent but she freak status
Yeah, OPM about to blow
And I'm rocking cut and sew
If she a ho then she a ho
I can't be
ideology
Sad little creatures, can't get no friends
So you freaks get by on incest
Please set me on a quest
To reclaim my sanity
I am losing control
This
do do
Do do do
Stream caller
Feat staller
Rock seed the make I squalor
You can see the freak inside ya
Hot me seat like every taller
Mauler, Aller
When life makes you feel like you're out of control
When it lays its burden on your back
When you feel like your certainties crumble before your eyes
told y'all of the stages I can't agree wit
We showed y'all, promoted y'all on how to freak shit
But here's a little secret...
Uh uh we still number one,
intentions of the founders, and they still countin'
No child left behind, read between the lines
Tryin' to control
Their precious minds
Armies in the school
like a wild boar gods make the rains pour I'm in heels kitchen tiga you better listen money gon' be mad eand freaks gon' keep on bitchin actin like
big body Benz it's the navigators
In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my
of the nation
In the state with the densest population
The Garden State, where the gardener wrecks it
I tell people where I live by the exit
Joisey, where
A scream-like laughter echoes in your head
As the cross-eyed dancers are capering
They flash by you with twisted smiles
Spinning around in odour,
to a bomb
Humanity is gone, smoked up in a gravity bong
by a democrat republican Cheech and Chong
Immortal Technique, you never heard me preachin' a song
to see
So have a gander
And meet your poultric pullet commander
The coward in question? By now
You know him so well
But then, who am I to go
that rent control was a good idea
Until I moved in here, Now I'm the only sucker
Paying more then a hundred bucks a room.
And I'm surrounded by
This love is supernatural
This world is unpredictable
Somethin really strange has got control of my dreams
I keep on howlin at the moon
What
the one who is secure
A real woman who can act nice and pure
But be a freak when we roaming in the sheets
You know the type to wake the neighbors
like 20 bucks a month for a tv..UNREAL! So I went, and picked out a cute 12 inch color TV, and walked home with it that day. I got a remote control unit,
freaks, play puppet master
Do as I say, when I say, or disaster
Ooh, do you like me when I'm cool?
Laid back, shut trap
Ooh, I don't get by pleasing
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