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letra de off with your head - payday monsanto

what’s wrong wit’chu, man?
what’s your major m-th-f-ckin’ malfunction? you’re going to play god, with somebody’s life? what’re you gon do, when they turn around and play god with yours? you know who you are, but you’ll go un-named…though when i see you in the right setting, you know just what the f-ck you’re getting…

they’ve accused me of hate, and then hated me in return. attempted to obfuscate, and fabricate a concern for veracity. although, while falsifying the facts, misrepresenting the truth, and slandering to the max. my impeccable reputation for accurate -n-lysis, poisoning my perspicuity into paralysis. to the profane, now their goal is achieved, they’ve made to believe lies told by those who deceive. they’ve injected a perfectly healthy organ, with venomous defamation, intended to cause distortion. their infective blinds, the collective-mind unnervingly, now a coward’s hyperbole turns into perjury. they took my generousity for taciturnity, questioning my paternity, they’re dripping with absurdity. those are the sort i see as lost, and they’re dead. when they come into my court, i order off with their head…

off with your head, that’s the ruling. you duplicitous hooligan, who’d you think you’re fooling? off with your head, that’s the edict. we’ll sautee it, and make your f-ckin’ family eat it
off with your head, respect the verdict. and, if i do you a favor, you know that you deserve it. f-ck around you could wind up legally dead…off with ‘ya m-th-f-ckin’ head…

i settled for the looney-bin, to stay away from the hoosegow. escaped from the psych-ward, now i’m on the loose. now, listen close to the sh-t that i produce, pal. ’cause in the future i can guarantee you, it’s the new style. this modern-day curse it can’t do right, you’re gonna see the earth in a brand-new light. they set you up with weapons of greed, to get dependent, now. whatever you’ve been led to believe, should get suspended, now. woe to the parasites, and those who elect ’em. they specialize in stretching your jurisprudential r-ct-m. mothers use their babies as weapons, and judges let them. lawyers circling like some vultures, to capitalize on the bedlam…

don’t act like i can’t show you, some type of sh-t you never ever go through. (heh) yo, i can get you used to, some truthful sh-t, to get you feeling youthful…

- payday monsanto

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