With the Sickness (im down)

Lyrics

Ler freedom ring that rang, drinkin that tang astronaut OJ in my slang and to the eclectic eccentric who like to dress like the majestics flexing biometrics you wanna treat me like trash suckin on tax cash while life flashes til you die Real love and actual happiness is within you and around you and anywhere you can find a quiet spot to stand.
But back to the matter at hand, the one who sets a fire on done burnt scorched land, stalkin my girlon2 1620 18 blind conviction in the bland, while hes out in the field puttin silence to the lambs til they die
Chorus
Chorus/Hook, rapped 2x, Male vocals] Plastic master made of gold
Savin Visa for the sex
Voices speakin in the night in the cold,
My is pen climbing off the page like some angry ink filled flex just pray to God you past the test to break the loop to find rest in final death
Be prepared for very best of never-ending rest while you sign the line to wine and dine the un-American express!
The one that keeps power in somebody else’s hand
While the real ones are rising and taking a stand
Denser than the static they push on the screen
If ya bleed the same blood you should the same scene, plant a seed, To breakthrough the contusion to the vortex of these never-ending time consuming reparation of the ones who represent the unrelenting desperation coming from the eccentrictical hyperbolic vibration knockin on the dark side of darpas doorstep while they wearin black robes bowin down so they can worship creation and destruction makin articles in the land of smashin particles instead of workin on retrospontaneous antianniallation of creative black hole invention prevention haha Geneva aint partied this time since the investigative conference at their last convention
Chorus/Hook, rapped 2x, Male vocals] Plastic master made of gold
Savin Visa for the sex
Voices speakin in the night in the cold,
My is pen climbing off the page like some angry ink filled flex just pray to God you past the test to break the loop to find rest in final death
Be prepared for very best of never-ending rest while you sign the line to wine and dine the un-American express!

[Verse 2 white male rapper, with various intervals of rapping/singing]
Steady shakin subtle levels of subconscious level stable isolation occilators tell me if this hurts nape on the neck of this guitar to breakthough to the contusion to the vortex of these never-ending time consuming reparation of the ones who represent the unrelenting desperation coming from the eccentrictical hyperbolic vibration knockin on the dark side of darpas doorstep to deliver orchastrated decorations mass producing 2D animations solely for the souls suffering all the lack of caring and how you gonna fight the powers of old when you cant practically apply Space Time Dilation? No more freedom in a free nation that applauses segregation BRAINWASHING POPULATIONS with false premeditated fake high school college education! and our speculations tweeked! Cuz last time i was caculatin' how backwards is justice when its just me and Justin havin these discussions when it struck me like a ton of sudden. Hard leaders go limp tap out get soft and when rushin of the blood runs and floods they faces causin the blowflow flush to they cheeks until they blushin....communism failed and greedy hands always want more they be clutchin. I see you Trump and i did your swag somethimes i feel like i can feel you without touchin! But you and i know we've always be highly SUS because we just too scared to TRUST THE RUSSIANS!
Plastic master made of gold
Savin Visa for the sex
Voices speakin in the night in the cold,
My is pen climbing off the page like some angry ink filled flex just pray to God you past the test to break the loop to find rest in final death
Be prepared for very best of never-ending rest while you sign the line to wine and dine the un-American express!
While I
Turn a whole world to a crisis
Walk around the city with a ice pick
I been paranoid, usually, I ain't like this
Ain't no tellin' how crazy I might get,
Beat the police with a nightstick
And my whole life, I been lifeless
Now I'm so fly, I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk
Fuck a couple hoes 'til I pass out
Niggas throwin' stones at my glass house
I remember sleepin' I'm the motherfuckin' man, where you at now
wants the bodies, wants the fear, wants the cycl
We answer with the loudest weapon: the music within,Crystal meth and acid just the fuel for the holy war, Paranoia sharpened to a blade that cuts to the core,We came to save the day the only way we know how Make the sound that drags the drowning back from the bow Mission complete or die tryin’, no third option existsWe scratchin ho24 ly discs and avoidin flyin discs They say a pictures worth a thousand words written on a hundred thousand lists, we got the rhymes that'll break 100 fists til all ya see is a thousand broken wrists and when your woman done get sick of yo shit hey Will whatcha see homieA WHOLE LOTTA LIMP ASS DICKS