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letra de lithium water - payday monsanto

(((uh-huh)))
“especially when i was…uh, standing in front of the pentagon that night, seeing one of our…uh, fortresses pried open by a missile.”

(hmmm) f-ck monsanto, it’s payday…(that’s not necessary) what’s goin’ on? like marvin g-ye, say…(what’s happenin’, brother?) what’s happenin’? it’s a rerun like raj, tyrants better get the f-ck outta dodge…(oooh…yeah!) january the 1st…(what’s that?) codex alimentarius, the worst…(the worst?) thing in this world that you could ever imagine…(oh?) they gonna ban ‘ya vitamins. what the f-ck is happenin’?

are you a few cents…offa your dollar, today? did you drink…lithium water, lithium fluoride water? did you forgеt your medication, today? let me know…arе you r-t-rded? are you really that r-t-rded?

oh, i’m so eloquent…like charles bronson, i walk in the spot with lord monckton. your breath’s poisoning the wind…can you develop a product, that possibly stop it? can polar bears swim? there ain’t no mother-lovin’ doubt, give me the mic, before one of al gore’s goons drag me out. “climate-gate”, some people keep yellin’, they don’t like the lies, some people keep tellin’. is this “the planet of the apes?” did i awake in deep sp-ce in 3978? what happened to your warming-trend, my friend? i mean, didn’t greenland used to grow grapes? the ice-caps are melting, the current carbon-tax must be raised, it doesn’t seem to be helping. there is no reason to be nervous, drink your lithium, and watch your 3-ring media circus…

are you a few cents…offa your dollar, today? did you drink…lithium water, lithium-fluoride water? did you forget your medication, today? let me know…are you r-t-rded? are you really that r-t-rded?

you’re sailing on a ship of lies, and trickery, if you say that climate changes anthropogenically. the weather has been changing forever, for many reasons, the main one is what they call “the four seasons.” and, i ain’t talkin’ frankie valli singin’ “rag doll”, it’s all over, the cat is out the bag, y’all. it’s such a fraudulent song that they sing, that’s why maurice strong is hiding in beijing. the whole un gang has been caught, and i ain’t playin’ around now, for sport. i’ma hunt ’em down, if i ever catch ’em hangin’ around, my part of town, just for not bangin’ my sound. so profound, and exciting, you disagree, you’ll get the curse of the viking. may your toes get froze, like the nose of eskimos, and you’re forced to suck c-ck for socks, while you’re out hiking. global-warming…was a pillar of these globalists, now it’s dead, that’s what i said, that is what the f-ck i said, now. everytime these jokers try to hide what’s the truth, they gonna die a thousand times, ’cause that’s a lie now, and baby-girl i got proof…
i’m not even gon switch this beat up, it’s just a 20 second loop, ’cause i got p–p to make ’em speed up. i keep fascists tee’d up, if rappers wanna battle, they better put some money & some weed up. and, i only smoke the ace, and if your girl’s in the spot, i’m gonna poke-her face. like the band, there is not one pay-tree-aught, in the land, that’s f-ckin’ with my man. walter petty, you ain’t ready when i grip higher, learnin’ procedures with creatures, because i spit fire. and, there is not a thing you can do, you can rap ’til you’re black, you can sing “til you’re blue. and, i don’t even write this sh-t, and if you wanna f-ck around, pal. you might just get obsolete, you look like climate-gate, you’re just about to swallow my skeet. i could spit soph0m-ric rap, but brand1angel, is too philosophic for that, so i stay with that bip-ba-boom-bap, you never heard it before, be gone with that. i stay with intelligent rap, they askin’ me to dumb it down, i say to h-ll with all that. i could spit that off the dome for days, my name is payday, but you can call me mr. payze…have mercy on ’em..yeah, peace to my n-gga sal g, i wouldn’t be here without him. and, if you like this beat, you should thank my man, lewka. ha-ha-ha-hah…yeah, he keep me choppy-choppy, i chop it all day long, like n0body can chop it, baby. ’cause i’m the king of the chop, b-tch! ha-ha-ha, naw-naw-naw, peace to my man mike knarr, & chris cowan. polygraph radio, polygraph radio, ha-ha-ha-ha. mr. payze, ampk!lla, jordan paige…everyday now, listen to it everyday, now. yeah, if you want the truth go to polygraph radio dot com, polygraph radio, you know how to spell it, dummy…(((truth music)))

- payday monsanto

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