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I think a lit a fuse. Embryos in food Feed them in the school Every day at noon Police still abuse Pedos get excused Flowers still in bloom Politicians lie Chemtrails in the sky Clones report the news Clones report the news Clones report the news Clones report the news Fluoride in your water Babies get the needle Before they leave the womb Zombies in the room Zombies in the tomb, elephant, what? Elephant in the muthafuckin room Bones don't turn to oil Bones don't turn to oil, nigga Bones don't turn to oil Bones don't turn to oil Bones don't turn to oil, nigga Bones don't turn to oil Bones don't turn to oil Bones don't turn to oil, nigga Bones don't turn to oil Bones don't turn to oil Bones don't turn to oil, nigga Bones don't turn to oil Yeah I'm the creator, the operator and the destroyer, muthafucka! I'm the bait, the hostage and the ransom, muthafucka! Who the fuck got a problem with Bobby Ray? Since when did we give a fuck what a lunatic got to say? Mr. Potato head and Shill Nye behave Quit sucking each other off and debate with Eric Dubay Debate with C Freeman L, and Dr. Alim El-Bey Don't know about you, but my ancestors was never slaves If I had a dollar for every agent they sent my way? Then I'd have enough money to send a rocket to space And get some of that hair gel them NASA hoes be using That have some "pretty nice waves, pretty nice waves" I cut my phone off and I lay low (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Cuz most these truther pages on a payroll I'm not your leader, so don't follow me (No sir) Follow your own mind, and your own mythology (Yes sir) Cuz if your mind ain't your own, it's somebody else's property So why them mocking me? Ey, use your common sense I don't make no sense, I just rap I don't know shit, BANDZ!
Writer(s): Bobby Ray Simmons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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