
NPC Grandsons 4
Until its Revolution or the Vail's torn I'm all in Cuz the real mission Is set'n all mankind up 4 the reset of all time! [V1] Dudes really be think'n their demonic rhythm & rhymes Actually do anything 4 the mind Except M-K ultra-ing an already altered individual Like were living in mid evil X men times So they complain about the system but then Go & cash checks & endorse faulty horse mouth politicians I tell U what tho The cloth I was cut from Not 1 man could or would bare or bore Which is where I was born from straight darkness Which is where I stand my ground when asking all U tough guys Just Which is it U a gangster or a citizen Cuz from the looks of reality Yer all nothing more than sum huge ass elephants taking up all the space in the room & facts is if U can't breathe then Take a big step back & literally fuck yer own face [Hook x2] Piss ants compete in pissing contests! Believing thats wise-Wish'n they could be a Soprano but Ultimately just end up look'n like Joe Pesci! Cunts! & all Nonsensical Pseudo tough guys! Act like their really ready 2 go against Uncle Sam! But wouldn't actually compromise Any delusion of being free! Just the grandsons of N-P-C's! [V2] Gone R all the days when minds & hearts were respected so what's left 2 protect then An ego's traumatized interpretations of whatever this I'm tougher than U is Just sounds like a bunch of temper tantrums & what's with scream'n that yer greater than Scarface & can't even get a grip on those banana lips & that goes 4 all shades cuz U-C No matter how tough U think U R or is U can always be found with a glade wrap'd roun yer necks like Jimmy Beck So any man claiming 2-B holier than now & yet won't aim that anger & aggression at Uncle Sam Really needs 2 take heed in these words that I'm spray'n All U have is-Is a bunch of miss placed fear & rage & it's all B cuz U con't actually Discern who the enemy is & 4 those who actually do know They don't Just go roun proudly wave'n a flag That under & over no circumstances would actually do the same Well unless yer actually 1 of them 1's No 1 should trust Reptilian [Hook] [V3] Now this last verse The thirds is-what U must pay the absolute most attention 2-I wasn't sent 2 coddle U-I wasn't bestowed this heart 4 mere pussy farts Like all U qweef'n dweebs Come-quats who wouldn't know squat Even if their brains went splot & that's Where I've already spotted U dickless ducks Like U ever notice how no matter how intellectual a piece might sound It's all still just snippets & sound bites A little bite here a bite there & pretty soon All those nibbles disappear in 2 this fuck'n air Most say life isn't fair but I say tell that 2 my scopes sites their set 4 long & way after This romantically whimsical affair we call life The same struggle death brings us thru So when it comes 2 positions just know There's no other position U want than Solo Exibitionist Survival Extremist Cuz once this bix flips I won't be look'n 4 no Huckleberrys okay homies [Hook]

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