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letra de mass murder - payday monsanto

[taps on car window]
“c’mon f-cko’s, let’s go for a ride”-
(laughs)
“keep ’em up all night”-
“alright, i’ll see ‘ya later”-

“as we, in the research community say, this is a psy-op”

you know what i’m sayin’…
what’s goin’ on?
you living large, and stuff?
you know they’ve been comittin’ mass-murder on the general public for years, it’s nothin’ new…

“this is a psy-op”

your rights are on their way out…
you ain’t even gotta be a felon…
i’m afraid it’s true…

yea, yea…
they conducted mad experiments & tests on ‘ya, look above ‘ya head, see the chemtrails, government, they let ’em rest on ‘ya. they love to f-ck with your brain, make it psychosomatic, they aim is to control your frame, just like you an addict. it doesn’t matter what race, color, or creed, brother. i’ll tell ‘ya, we’re all in danger in poverty, brother. just the other day, two little girls slaughtered, and i blame it on the new little world order…

crime is a business, in the city. compliment the sirens, stoppin’ for pity…

alot of jobs’ll get lost, you think the president’s in control, but the mob is the boss. and, i don’t mean the sicilians, or them cats from napoli, i’m talkin’ ’bout the reptilians. and, their population control agenda’s gettin’ further, all they really try’n to do, is commit mass-murder…
they the k!llas, that’s merc’n all your kids, the real gorillas, lurkin’ in the mist. man, they’re heartless, they don’t care, livin’ the largest, they’re everywhere…

okay, i spit sh-t most suckas don’t like, mr. payze aka f-ck your favorite mc with his own mic. don’t you know i eat rhymers? forget beefin’ on beats, i chop a body up & stuff it in the meat-grinder. i’m grounded now, don’t tempt me to flip, i get banana’s in buddy, i’ll empty the clip. you’re on fire? i’ll spit gasoline at ‘ya, you didn’t raise the bar. star? you’re just a trampoline rapper. you p-ssies don’t wanna f-ck, you a beauty pageant contestant, cryin’ ’cause you only won runner-up. and, you done it so sleazily, now i bet you gon’ get on a record, and say that you seein’ me. but, that’s an awfully bogus claim, unless you write for the daily planet, and hoe’s name is lois lane. but, you a low-class, large-mouth bass, brash-burglar, my job is merc’n ‘ya, ’cause you workin’ for mass-murderers…

they the k!llas, that’s merc’n all your kids, the real gorillas, lurkin’ in the mist. man, they’re heartless, they don’t care, livin’ the largest, they’re everywhere…

when your stupid f-ckin’ economy falls, that’ll be a good collapse, i hope i’m sittin’ in front of a television, with a bowl of sugar-smacks. villagers wonder how we pillage & plunder, like disney, slated to gobble m-th-f-ckas up, like rice krispies. i get a kick from clappin’ punks, he a bananna-nut rappin’, it’s best he address me as cap’n crunch. as you remain under the complete control of snooty devils, who got their rocks, locked in a box like fruity pebbles. don’t forget, your alias could be switched, any rookies with his new suit & them, (pseudonym) is cookie crisp. gut you m-th-f-ckas, with a rusty jack knife, i’ll eat anything like mikey, that’s life. if you ahead, don’t you worry, my sound rockin’ ‘ya, i’ll take you back like boo-berry & count chocula. there’s a hole in your bowl, it’s sloppily split, so-called serial (cereal) k!llers, gettin’ soggy in milk…

they the k!llas, that’s merc’n all your kids, the real gorillas, lurkin’ in the mist. man, they’re heartless, they don’t care, livin’ the largest, they’re everywhere…
whoooo…
f-ggot…

“this is a psychological…as we in the research community say, “this is a psy-op.” they’re preparing people for what is coming, not what is being presented today.”

“so, you’re saying they’re preparing people to accept it, as incrementalism?”

“that’s correct. like the old frog example, you know you put the frog in the water, and you just gradually…raise the heat on the water, ’til the frog is cooked. that’s the way it works…gradually.”

“’til the frog is cooked, that’s the way it works”

-jimmy conway (robert de niro) from the 1990 film “goodfellas”

- payday monsanto

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