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lirik lagu the money changers – payday monsanto

you are among the elite, and this ladies & gentlemen is utmost candor on my part. you understand that? you are the future, and there’s going to come a time, whether the immediate, or distant future, you are going to have to do things that you may not like. the key is, to do them without question, and follow orders as you’re told…

i got the whole thing all locked down, and it’s nice, talkin’ to you with a cheap $12 device. lyrically my d*ck’s so big, i gotta enter ‘ya soft, and that’s not nice. you should be ablе to take it all hard, ’cause i’m givin’ you a telеphone number that let’s you call god. equivalent to takin’ it slow, and sippin’, all i really wanna do is stick the tip in. if i bite you on your neck, you’ll be a*d*ck*ted, i’m the type of n*gga that you really wanna stick with. let go of the gimmicks, and try to grip sh*t, you’re stuck like glue to top*40 hit*lists. i write bangers that i hope you look, they all teach you thoroughly how to scope the crook. read the pamphlet son, the pope’s a crook, you got the dvd, but i wrote the book. open to chapter two, if you read all the way through, you’ll see the things you have to do. you might reach 33, but the average idiot thinks that, that’s the highest degree. life begins at forty, if you’re critical, david rockefeller is unlitigal. rothschild owns your paper, and it’s pitiful, every news article you read is a ritual. peace to n*ggas that give my sh*t a visual, everything that i would’ve done, if i was capable. but, i ain’t got a coupe that’s fat, and walkin’ my dogs, pickin’ up p**p, and cr*p. but, i will still commit manslaughter, and you will still believe i walk on water. even let me talk to you daughter, let me put her on the corner of broad & broader. god is a certified pimp, he walks with a cane, but don’t really have a limp. let me be the number one certified crucifer, bringin’ you the light, people wanna call me lucifer. (laughs) but, that’s a misnomer, all i go by is philosophies of homer. i write for the lucis trust, population control for dummies, look it up. obnoxious, more that rude, that’s ’cause i possess the testicular fortitude. ’cause i don’t give a f*ck what you’re sayin’, slap you with a d*ck, and an old ancient sayan. you might f*ck around and roll a triple 7, but i’ll make sure no sinners are gettin’ to heaven. ’cause i’m high as a beetle, ask john lennon, i’m flyin’ through the eye of a needle. i love my cadillac, it attracts mammals, but i’d rather walk with a big herd of camels. sack cloth and all, but if you don’t back off, i’ll make medulla splat the wall. i’m the king, f*ck hova, quick to turn the tables of the money*changers right over. like christ in the temple, the solution is here, my dear, and it’s quite simple. if you really wanna put it to bed, all you really gotta do is just audit the fed. and, that’ll shut ’em down in a minute, all you gotta do is buy back your sl*tty senate…

for the bumbling masses…there’s stations one, by one. to put ’em under hypnosis, they’re simply havin’ fun. oh, they’re crawlin’ down the corridor, to the pentagon. old kissinger lives forever, and brzezinski’s just begun…you know he won’t slow down…((down)) (laughs) no, oh…

my psychologist said i need anger management, that’s assumptious, please don’t make me get rambunctious. i’m a cannibal, if you want this, eat your brains outta ‘ya head…mmm scrumptious. m*th*f*ckaz, i hate to say, i make jeffrey dahmer look like rachel ray. you can’t disparage me, i give at least a couple hundred million to charity. imagine you tryin’ to attack mom’s apple*pie, that’s about the time you’ll have to die. like microbiologists, who discovered all the cures of virologists. i’ll make the general public upset, tell ’em the type of sh*t that they can’t forget. the criminals don’t need a trial that’s set, lets chop they heads the f*ck off, like antoinette…

- payday monsanto

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