feed the beast

mine's blown staring at Androids and iPhones knock knock knock on the door even though I' see the lights on nobody's home like what the f*** is really going on the government's f****** mind control they're trying to help us stroll through this life that we have no control over where in full Exposure looking around to a place with somebody might know of trying to find some type of closure but you got to keep being a soldier keep your head high and your back straight because they high on throne yeah they the Magistrate's controllin this lame world that we called life. they acting like they in for the right we know what anytime they can flip the switch and blow us up like a motherfuking nuclear attack in flight don't give a fuk about laying mothers and brothers and sisters on the back all they care is about the f****** rubber bands they pop with there stacks rolling in top-notch benz's and Cadillacs pretty soon imma grab a motherfuking battle-axe show these m*********** a real motherfuking Attack more like cardiac f*** cognac everybody does it keep the rich man stacked but I ain't down with that I'm passing around the cats the about to get laid flat flatlined cardiac then chew through them like a snack with the f****** assault of my Mac cuz I've been trying to get this f****** chip off my back cuz it's no longer on my shoulder cuz it got blown over that you better roll over cuz I'm a motherfuking real roller I pull you like a m************ molar blow up like a f****** solar flare cuz it's up there and I'm down here so I really don't give a f*** or care