Crayon Death - The Grand Cheese Тексты

Cause my man's on point
So I can spout this shit
Bout survival of the species
Hear it, fear it, you know this
That you're in my sights
If the prohpet don't stop it
Then the right wing might
Rule the world brother
That's the illest thought
All these people want your money
And you knew it, screw it, you'll take that
All you talk is smack
Just a puppet of somebody
With no brain intact... cue the slap

Okey, pathetic, heretic
They call me this and worse
Methodical the prodigal
Embarking on a search
About an instinct
That he's had since birth
Thinking maybe things are bigger
Than he's told at first

But you're just lost and drowned in denial
If it's imposed, grit teeth and smile

Before we blow this joint
Let me crispen this
A parable a fable or now hear this
A lyric
About ya'll
That's whom I speak
All you people in the middle
Of a conquest, a project
It's like that
All ya gots your smarts
Just a scumbag livin' on your love of art
Just the basics, face it (buddy)
You eat shit... if your in it for the dockets
Then you're faint of heart... Fuck you

It's so effacing, disgracing
To call you such a thing
But everybody knows you're an idiot
Think about it pussyboy
This is heavy shit
Got no time for a brother who will
Take this, fake this, and shame me
With his biggot speak
Falling short of the kingdom
Are the preaching freaks
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