Go Time

[VERSE 1: Graves 33]
The kids don’t know what they eat will probably hurt ‘em
The dead carcass mea bloody cadaver after murder
Knife to flesh burning soap stones and fatal burgers
Mad cow, Bilderberger and mason merger
Faint they murmur hatred in the ways of ancient
Pergatory stories cloaked to bore me jason herbavorheez
Ever to pepper the better of man but I bet we don’t land with our body in tact
Unless react to facts of government crumbling covenants
Expect to see, politicians stumbling fumbling words
Curb stomp to open jaws of life or death flown the birds
Gliding south, mouth of the best bombardment
Birth control is mandatory got it’s own department
Every villain seeking variety fighting over the garments
Cash enslaves your appetite got the gold for garnish
Diamonds dull the varnish, acid reign for tarnish
Caught up in my conquest, stuck in Satins armpit
With hardship, copy carbons, and sloppy marshins
Godly mosh pit, army fog ship, hardly saw the shit
Coming when the carne dropped hits
Of L.S.D to eye drips
We slide quick into our third minds a trip...

[HOOK]
Geometric shapes and angles perspective neglected 3DMT pm the daylight running for
Shade and blades of glory soaring through the could talk to gods when I’m aloud the
Only human left bring to redemption. blessed by my henchmen testified by dead men

[VERSE 2: Graves33]
They only keep us alive to fill positions in the factories
When actually we bleed to feed the mass machine
Tragically this makes me feel like activating, detonating
Heavens waiting patiently the rest of hell’s procrastinating
Pastor’s taking hooters in the crack house. glass vows
Thats how the straight and narrow black out smash out
The windows of the pentagon with the wind
And drop your burners on the front doors of the vatican
I’m back again...
With a brand new motive, coated in corrosion
Krylon and Rustoleum, inertness an island
Floating in the ocean, loaded with devotion
To the life of evil potions, coasting in to home base
I’m born in locomotion, harness the emotion
The beats get you open, guardian of Oden
Keep the subs scoping, got ‘em on my payroll
Pocket 50 paso’s, a mouth to put the soap in

[HOOK]
Geometric shapes and angles perspective neglected 3DMT pm the daylight running for
Shade and blades of glory soaring through the could talk to gods when I’m aloud the
Only human left bring to redemption. blessed by my henchmen testified by dead men

[VERSE 3: Graves 33]
The worst thing about being President is that your born of incest, pestilence
A resident of pagan rituals
Birth right heir of stolen land chosen hands calissed with the karma of a spilt chalice
Everyone blames you cause your a puppet no relation to the puppeteer
Dangling from nathan
Code words, red buttons pushed beyond distinction a cold world of filth floundering us to
Extinction