Letras
Mania, that hernia
In my back spine, that shoot you to time
It's overtime, in my other rhyme
To spit to far Reich
Never mind it, I'm back now
Shooting guns at Sac' now
Flower pounds, asked up
Big grounds
Blanket statements, cracking facts now
The Free Markets gone but I'm here wow
Stocks up better sell now
Fix your case it
I'm nauseous I'm car sick
Getting nauseous I'm car sick
Out of left field, park it
I'm nothing, I'm nothing
Wow
Everything I do is always shut down
Loans denied, defend, oppose
I'm coming to your clothes with some words to show
Nothing matters anymore, close that door and shut me out that coverage floor
I'm a swing, and a crying mess to miss
But you cant miss this
A bullet with your name on it
I'm honest
A guy driving cockpit
Your nauseous?
I'm a hard pick, I know that
Nothing matters anymore, so open that cockpit door
Yo, who's the pilot now
Who's the one who controls this plane brother, shut down
Oh now
Your full?
Slimy old pig had enough trough pull
I'm old, your new
Money pile
Gold thooth
(Gold thooth)
Suck a pill, missing
A free something
Oh its a tough thing
Maybe free money
From all my hard working
But it seems I'm barely something
In a word of barley somethings
Its all just so much something
We are all nothings
In a land so nothing
Sucked dry but our nothings
Created by nothings
We evolved nothing
You involve something
It's basically nothing
Kill all those nothings
(AUGH!)
Proper
The free market