Theory of Conspiracy Facts (Truth Remix)

[Intro] [Verse 1] Well, once again, they're only giving me two minutes this time, so I'm gonna have to make this kind of a fast rhyme. I'm just gonna have to go line by line, make it up off the top of my head and we'll see what happens, and hopefully I don't end up dead. What can we do? What can we talk about? What's the truth? What do you know? What do you know about the Majestic 12? What do you know? What do you know about two shooters? What do you know? What do you know about the man with the umbrella? What do you know about Men in Black? What do you know about fucking crack? What do you know about the CIA? What they do every single day? What do you know? What do you know? What do you know about this shit that's going on behind what's going on? Why does Bill Gates and China own all the land, all the farmland, man? Why does Monsanto run the FDA, huh? What the fuck is going on? That's what I got to say. They wiped out farmers and they sold all the land to old Billy G, The fucking crazy dude who wants to fucking infect us all, man. It's fucking crazy as hell. Backed up against the wall, man. We got to take these billionaires, man. We got to take them down. We got to fucking cut off their heads, man, and throw them in the fucking ground. I only got a few seconds left because Suno it's only letting me do this two-minute bullshit once again. So it is about to be the end, but I will let it go, let it flow, let it ride, maybe type up some shit and lie and say it's me when it's really the AI. We'll see. Who knows? What's up? It's time to go. [Verse 2] Yo yo yo, is it still me? Or is this a digital echo from virtuality? Either way, you bout to be a fatality, my victory, flawless, my wasteland, lawless, like Lucy, Xena warrior princess, oh fuck yes, I confess, I enjoyed that show, mostly when they had Kevin Sorbo cameos. I'm so full of drugs man I probably glow, I got this cyst in my neck, and like Rita, makin that monster grow. It's ok, I smoked a pack a day, for twenty five years, crushed a million fuckin beers, walked the trail of tears just for kicks, out in the woods doin real magic not tricks. I dont move bricks because I'd do it all instead, end up double tapped in the back of the head. On that, nuff said. I had dreads, lockin up like a rasta, worked Italian for over a decade, fold ya raw like fresh pasta. Yall remember Shasta? Wonder right now how much that shit would cost ya? I'm already lost huh? Went off again, this was a conspiracy, so let me reel it back in. Yall skulls must be thick, if you think the moon landing wasn't a trick! I mean really yall! Stanley Kubrick had a meeting with em all! The never a straight answer nasty NASA mother fuckers, land on the moon, psssh... Buncha suckers. [Bridge] Who owns the media? Think about it for a moment. Connect the dots with red string, start to see the whole thing, not just what the algorithm feeds ya. Get out ya chamber of echos, guy ko be lyin, no such thing as talkin geckos. They put fluoride in tap water to calcify your third eye, make you complacent and willing to stand by, while the rulers so evil of this world, are doing unspeakable things to kidnapped human beings, boys and girls. It's a really fucked up world. That's what I heard. No such thing as a fuckin bird, they all drones, government pigeons with x ray vision. History as you know it was written by the worst guys to ever walk among us. They Live doesn't even begin to explain what I got to discuss. With disgust. Just, how dangerous, these fund trust, fuckers need a take a blast to they face from a blunderbus. But isn't life just so grand, so ohh ohh so wondrous? [Climax] My message is thunderous, sing it from the mountain tops, before the bombs start to drop, then we'll all be nothin but slop. Radioactive reactive redacted compacted incinerated infuriated tin foil plated hat wearin fuckin only sane person left in this world is me. What's really insane, is none of yall see, the, truth, as a whole. Until you do, they own your soul. [Outro] Time to put some more ice in this bowl, hit it and forget it man yall don't understand man. Their plan is so vastly ghastly evil in scope, I just rather forget and do some more dope, rhymes, I like committin crimes, all of the times. Moral of this here story, aint no guts ever got nobody no glory, just gory. So I say do every drug you can, have sex with whatever you can, and refuse to participate in their plan. Just be careful you don't get snatched up in the back of a black van man. Peace. ----------------------------------------- Original song and lyrics by @incindious471199 - https://suno.com/s/qUd3B24FuCSmQnta