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Brainwashers
1 st verse
You've got my glock to your heads motherfuckers the last bullet that kills all motherfuckers You think I sound like water off duck's motherfuckers I light on my tacts on your damn track suckers This is me, this is light. I'll never change, i'll never lie You on the top, I'll bring you down To Shut you down, that's what i want And i ain't gonna beat the bush I ain't gonna pull a punch Now we hussle for a lunch and called it credit crunch But why the fuck, you giving us excuses for If you think you God, then you'll never be liable for These dirty hands are the ones that hold us all Fuckin' brainwashers, your time is off
hey brainwashers the game is over motherfuckers am the host of late comers your new world is out of order fuckin' brainwashers
2nd verse
They ain't gonna Brainwash me I'm on This shit properly expose all ur lies Ima do it Yea watch me I hear you on the radio see u on the box tryna say ur there And care when ur not
new world order I don't like the menu dont eat up all the bullshit That they try and send u So I send it back Put it on a track label it brainwasher motherfucka, take that
I'm seeing mad turmoil
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com So that they can burn oil got a heart of stone Yea ur Rotten to the bone Stealing from poor When u dun know its wrong tell me where's the cash gone where I get the stash from
Place all your bets When the dice gets thrown I'll Take the microphone Like My name's Alex jones its the final milestone Nose to the grindstone When the time comes then Ure gonna get ur mind blown
hey brainwashers the game is over motherfuckers am the host of late comers your new world is out of order fuckin' brainwashers
3rd verse
the end justifies the means brainwashers it's time for the mess motherfuckers divide and rule is your intention putting a spanner in your stuff that s my ambition from conspirary to the primacy of your power you're the fuckin' serial killa trapped in a corner with your bullshit i see the strings of your puppet
look am burnin' your chocolate is meltin' his face is bleechin' you may dance the devil's jig but i won't be your guinea pig
hey brainwashers the game is over motherfuckers am the host of late comers your new world is out of order fuckin' brainwashers
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