Sitcom

God fearing from the 501 i stay safe when i got no gun still need to lie down in the sun like a king by a stream on the run stay hidden when i see no one they go where i haven't yet come slow em down drag on redone laugh track on the old reruns television is an old dead dom silly s#-t on a s$$t sitcom filliabit on the politic tics when the clock runs out going hear that tic. it's time tick stupid stick. to throw the brick the baby's sick the brain is thick but in the nick with someones stick she heard the click and sucked the d#$cks of governments it makes no sense you pay your life the raise the rents they heed the prince the pay him cents he gives them stints crutches destructer pimp the potent gimp the TV simp camander chimp the dancing imp the gimpy gimp the ornament of government the simp that saved the injured purpose the pain beside us rain before us walk stay still when I'm on the run