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OC3 brainwashers

  • Published by elodiemendoza
  • Wed 02 Oct 13 - 11:18 AM
  • Genre: rap
  • 782 views

1 st verse

You've got my glock to your heads modafuckers

the last bullet that kills all motherfuckers

You think I sound like water off duck's back modafuckers

I light on my tacts on your damn track suckers

This is me, this is light.

I'll never change, i'll never lie

You on the top,I'll bring you down

To Shut you down , that's what i want

And i ain't gonna beat the bush

I ain't gonna pull a punch

Now we hussle for a lunch and called it credit crunch

But why the fuck , you giving us excuses for

If you think you God,then you'll never be liable for

These dirty hands are the ones that hold us all

Fuckin' brainwashers,your time is off

chorus

hey brainwashers

the game is over modafuckers

am the host of late comers

your new world is out of order

fuckin' brainwashers

2nd verse

They ain't gonna

Brainwash me

I'm on This shit properly

expose all ur lies

Ima do it Yea watch me

I hear you on the radio

see u on the box

tryna say ur there

And care when ur not

new world order

I don't like the menu

dont eat up all the bullshit

That they try and send u

So I send it back

Put it on a track

label it brainwasher

motherfucka ,take that

I'm seeing mad turmoil

So that they can burn oil

got a heart of stone

Yea u'r Rotten to the bone

Stealing from poor

When u dun know its wrong

tell me where's the cash gone

where I get the stash from

Place all your bets

When the dice gets thrown

I'll Take the microphone

Like My name's Alex jones

its the final milestone

Nose to the grindstone

When the time comes then

U gonna get ur mind blown

chorus

hey brainwashers

the game is over modafuckers

am the host of late comers

your new world is out of order

fuckin' brainwashers

bridge

brain-wa-shers

the game is over mo-da-fuc-kers

brain-wa-shers

the new world is out of or-der

3rd verse

the end justifies the means brainwashers

it's time for the mess modafuckers

divide and rule is your intention

putting a spanner in your stuff that s my ambition

from conspirary to the primacy of your power

you're the fuckin' serial killa

trapped in a corner with your bullshit

i see the strings of your puppet

look am burnin'

your chocolate is meltin'

his face is bleechin'

you may dance the devil's jig

but i won't be your guinea pig

chorus

hey brainwashers

the game is over modafuckers

am the host of late comers

your new world is out of order

fuckin' brainwashers

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