White House shadows... kill list grows... they grin while the bodies rot and bleed... Arkansas filth to the bloody throne, Vince Foster knew the dirt that could dethrone Gun jammed in his mouth, dumped in the park, suicide they scream but we smell the mark Whitewater files he was ready to burn, they slit the throat quick, made sure he couldn’t return These elite cunts fuck lives like it’s sport, cold dead eyes, no soul, just pure distort Body count rising, they wipe the slate with blood Laughing bastards feast while the masses flood Disposable meat when the secrets leak In their fucked empire the strong delete the weak Seth Rich stumbling home from the DNC pit, two slugs in the back, no robbery shit Emails leaking fire, WikiLeaks blaze, cameras glitch and the witness gets erased Epstein swinging dead in the cell, cameras black, guards paid to bail Lolita flights logged, twenty-six with Bill, connect the dots or get ready to chill Body count climbing, fear fuels their throne Erase the threat, harvest the bone They use the sheep then snap the spine Dark rotten minds drinking blood like wine No fucking accidents, just calculated graves Every loose mouth gets dragged to the waves They own the game, they own your fucking soul Feast on the terror while the bodies go cold Ron Brown in the sky, plane ripped apart, Commerce secrets buried in the crash from the start Witness list explodes, indictment in the mail, one more “accident” and the truth goes stale From the nineties graves to the cell in twenty-nine, pattern so sick it rots the mind They don’t lose sleep when the corpses stack high, just another Tuesday watching peasants die BODY COUNT RISING – NEVER FUCKING STOPS! They bathe in the blood while the whole world rots! Meat gets slaughtered – delete the frame! Empire built on graves and eternal shame! The list keeps growing... they grin... while the bodies rot and bleed...
