Who could it be, who could it be? I just can't imagine who. Could it be... SATAN? Hail Satan x2 Who controls the whole planet? Who helps when you don't have it? Who does God take for granted? Trade your soul for understanding Who rules this Mortal plane? Who gives you pleasure or pain? Who wins the more that you gain? All hail his infinite reign Pledge Your Allegiance to power in the making We will keep your faults and secrets sacred All of your problems came from God, blame him or Drink from this fountain of youth like Kevin Bacon Embrace your sins, and stand before him naked You are perfect in the body you were made with Shun all haters who would deprecate the greatest Forgive them Father, for they know not what they're saying. I am a sinner. I have sinned against you. We've been naughty, haven't we? They are grievous chasms of torturous hellfire sin! Who was it, who could it possibly be? Oh, I don't know. Who would you do that with, huh? (The church of Satan) Hail Satan x4

She drinks frazzledrip, like Hunger Games and Catniss These pussies kill kittens on catnip, the lame stream Hooked on plastics, no fishbowl too Swoll for president Snow to drink to his advantages. Who knew? DUI tests, who blew? All flew the cuckoo’s nest, who’s due to get Arested? Suspects at large were the few who ingested Fountains of youth - smell me - like scratch-n-sniff? Whom? Jezebels with parlor tricks to resurrect him Tempting you to lend a little soul to their constituents Render it first, have some couth, oh ye of little dick Energy, snitches rock out to suicidal tendencies. Better them than me, no empathy, so sorry Where could my baby be? Cutting herself, Hari kari They photoshopped that deep fake Rick and Morty But it’s that Deep State Pizza Party It's that Deep State Pizza Party Skinned alive - see you later alligator Like Gator, finish your plate, later skater Choose your side wisely, the same goes with favors they talk in terms of like, “It’s ok, I speak blackmailer.” They have lasers, tasers, light sabers Fake ventilators and NDA waivers They don’t make for good people or neighbors Executing pollenators, mayors and NBA players (Koby!) Miss your place in the draft and have to walk Catch a foul, consider yourself back-logged, put Under the black top for the unauthorized accumulation of Back talk, then get lost, you and your black box (Koby!) Don’t ask Toth, do your own research, or Ga’head, laugh it off, but don’t be mad boss #SaveTheChildren, not a fad dog Demon, show thyself, you Ba'alrog! It's that Deep State Pizza Party

Draco's, ain't no damn myth Plato, the Bible, ha, it's been writ Snakes been slithering since Sanskrit Blood suckers coming from the tales of the crypt First time we seent 'em, something was off They was eating people, like munching 'em raw Even as Neanderthals, we said naw! They would just hissappear and fuck off They limped back a few centuries later Egyptians and Jews, round the equator Discovered a huge contingency of traitors Changing their shapes, looking like alligators Hey neighbor, they're running the place and Came back looking for the Aryan race, to Farm 'em, and fuck 'em, and carry as mates, and Use for food to increase their iron intake Ay, if ike had more forsight, he'd a Pulled the plug on their game like Fort Nite and Implored his citizens to be more vigilant gainst the Fourth Reich, duh... I know right? Now we got nazis in the house like a step child Eating our babies with Illuminated reptiles They gone die, cause we gone fight til the Very last one steps into the light Underground, where we gone get 'em Further down, where we gonna put 'em Bunker town, where they've been living, Hunker down, like we gone fishing. I Wonder how, they stopped at Mount Plymouth Came aground, and hid from our vision, the Runaround, like what COVID is, we Shut 'em down, so no one gone get it. There's Something wrong, and can't be forgiven, no Wonder wall, therapy or permission, can Help at all, we strike and you're missing Gutter ball, your life ain't worth a fisting. Ha, ma'am you ain't listening Half your fam's on the lamb, or in prison Cut off, like circumcision, operation Thunderball, Baberham Lincoln on a mission!

You can touch my body, just don’t tell nobody Cause if you tell somebody, I gotta cut your body I don’t trust nobody, I just lust for bodies So macabre, all agape, can’t stop, won’t stop naked karate I create the bodies, I don’t erase the bodies That’s my man’s department, cuts up, cleans and takes the bodies We disgrace the bodies, desecrate the bodies Not until they’re rotting, that’s disgusting, not my bag baby They won’t miss the bag lady, or your lame-ass land lady Or your man’s ex-lady Ghislaine She can catch it, drizzled ketchup, messed up, make up, dressed up, take that Shit off, bend down, get down, get off. Fuck off, seeing that you’re dead and all I could bet it all, I won’t get caught, sprinkle fentanyl on this dead corpse And if I get caught, all bets off, I gotta dead drop of photos and what not I’m protected, by your top notch, not elected, and not cock-blocked It’s the creme of the crop from regalist lot, and not a crime if you pay off the cops. You can touch my body, but don’t tell nobody Cause if you tell somebody, I have to tell my daddy He won’t be happy, he’ll most likely have me Doing crunches and running laps, while you die soon, lol, sadly Don’t blame my bloodline, it’s not like I’m Einstein, But the theory of relativity literally means this is my time You saw the pics, right? You saw the chicks right? You saw the dick size, foot job, meth mouth and the crack pipe? It’s like that all day, ery day, daddy taught me how to get paid Stash that cash with a diplomat, blackmail his ass, and be on my merry way I’m no one’s baby daddy, my sperm count’s not too shabby But I learned it from daddy, you can’t get preggo, if you let go in her ass piece You can touch my body, you have to sign an NDA sorry Dad got pissed when those laptops went missing, my bad, I was getting high in the lobby He’s got enough problems already, with Ukraine, China and that last guy especially I’m next in line if they let me, wait, another line? Oooo, tempting! This all rides on Tom Hanks. Let’s be honest, if Tom Hanks pulls through We are gonna be so stoked. It’s all riding on Tom Hanks you guys.  If anything happens to Tom Hanks, fuck, that’s shit’s over dude,  I’m just gonna be like, “click, click” on my roof. Bye. You can touch my body, just don’t tell nobody You can touch my body, then get the fuck off me You can touch my body, long as you want my body  And if I like your body, they won’t find your body.

[Farrakhan] God says thou shalt not kill And then later on, He tells you who should be killed (One, two, three) wait a minute... [JAMES FILES] He grabs his balaclava and a clean black gee Belt, slippers and his contract sheet Santa's got a list, and he's checking it twice But not one name's been nice Longsword, short-sword, ten throwing stars Nunchucks, bow and arrows, ten poison darts All his gifts, but he's the only one giving Taking some lives and flying back up the chimney One mark, two marks, three marks, four Saint Vic doesn't bother knocking at your door You can leave milk and cookies, he might even eat 'em But don't get your hopes up, you're never going to meet him You might see him, right before your heart stops beating But that's not long enough to ever ID him Can you imagine, like Christmas It's beginning to Look a lot like ninjas [BILL GATES] Killing people everywhere I go leaving lots of dead bodies all across the floor And I know I know better, but I just can't fucking stop killing people Killing people everywhere I see, every time I see a person I'm gone make 'em bleed And I know I know better, but I just can't fucking stop killing people [LoLo Frees] Side kick, kill him, jab cross, kill him, front kick, kill him, evade Side kick, jab cross, front kick, that's what God said [KARL MARX] Close my eyes and see a thousand people screaming Lullabyes of my efficiancy The shadow that stabs you from behind the screen Leave the scene, never seen, presence left like a dream Never question what the truth is Ruthless, catch your pressure point, I fucking kill you with a tooth pick, yeah I know I'm fucked up, but This the life that I was born to Either use the knife, or they gone use it on you We've been weaponized and arts of Marshall Gods of war throwing stars from Mars, boot up, suited up like a silhouette With spider legs while I'm spinning webs that's easy Everywhere I go I'm there to leave somebody bleeding Delivering the heebie-jeebies to the scheming demons Waiting in the creases, barely there, barely breathing, reaping [BILL GATES] Killing people everywhere I go, leaving lots of dead bodies all across the floor And I know I know better, but I just can't fucking stop killing people Killing people everywhere I see, every time I see a person I'm gone make 'em bleed And I know I know better, but I just can't fucking stop killing people Killing people everywhere I go, leaving lots of dead bodies all across the floor And I know I know better, but I just can't fucking stop killing people Killing people everywhere I see, every time I see a person I'm gone make 'em bleed And I know I know better, but I just can't fucking stop killing people Thank God, ha, ha, ha, ha

What you kids do not understand It's all part of the game You've got your own game going she's got her game going on I got my game, everybody's got a game [John Judge] World domination, the most popular To Illuminati and the all seeing ocular There's rich like doctors are, then there's Birds of prey, cannibals beyond carnivores Cross them, you're lucky if you get to cross the Street again, and believe me, you won't be seeing them Bro, you're gonna need a friend, more Like an army, of do-gooding Gunga Dins Or prepare to lose a limb, slowly, a Tetanus shot? No, that won't be necessary homie You'll be chopped like an oak tree, they Play for keeps, you better play hide and go seek Their game's not a game to them, even Jay-Z joined 'em and bailed on Dame and them The only stratagem that's happening is play to win, but In your nut case, just play to live What you kids do not understand It's all part of the game You've got your own game going she's got her game going on I got my game, everybody's got a game [Jim Marrs] Money, the root of all evil - follow it Adrenachrome, a brew in a people - they bottle it All the politics of what you think we're offerin' is Actually the opposite of what's packed behind it We're not that honest, it's all psychologic Take one truth and doctor it and target the populus And those that doubt it will get drowned out and ousted if they Spout out the opposite of what the news outlet says It might seem complex, but it's really not. It's just Simple logic, if you comprehend what power is Blackmail and bribery is what the real dollar is And Ba'al protects those aware of this that honor it. The whole economy is sorta like a scheme We're growin' product and sortin' out the weak And now technology is finally about where we need For population-control, bloodline-harvesting Here's the thing about being rich, it's fucking great! Ok? It's like being a super hero, only better You get to do what you want The authorities can't really touch you You get to wear a costume, but it's designed by Armani And it doesn't make you look like a prick You look like a fucking prick You should be with an exciting bastard like me I tried playing with you, and you broke I'm informing you, not courting you Everyone fucking hates you. Your family is a horror show and it's destroying America What you kids do not understand It's all part of the game You've got your own game going she's got her game going on I got my game, everybody's got a game

My fellow Americans, I am warning you to be aware, I call it, the invisible enemy... It's here, it's there, it's everywhere, yeah! x4 The right think they're right, like attracts like, and Might reveres might, like an eye for an eye, and there's Safety in numbers, but beware the prime "I know their agenda, and it is not mine" My body, is a disease fighting machine Fill her up, nothing less than primo gasoline, the Brain is a computer, with programs I believe Morals are included, but I was taught to deceive I heard immunity, benefits from High immune systems, like exclusively But you knew this intuitively Be like water, like Bruce Lee used to be United we stand, that is all - Eloim And, divided, we fall victim to vaccing Id's bad enough without the ego trampoline Yell "fire!" Half the room will feel the heat Between you and me, I'll trust my immunity x4 Hey, maybe it's just me, seeing a Pattern of planned obsolescence against our DNA That leads away from a neat and safe daily resume Please don't feed the fish shit, clean the tank! Teach a man to fish, keep him wealthy Harden by experience, steel him with smelting Unless you're sick, you're healthy, back in my day We used to call that "innocent until proven guilty." 1. Sun - vitamin D, C, B and A 2. Sustenance - do better than what your Mom made 3. Exercise - some work, some play 4. Meditate, meditate, meditate To you sheep, who do little more than observe Ye shall reap, nothing less than what ye deserve The amount of agents in this place is absurd Shows you how easy it is to blend in with the herd. Between you and me, I'll trust my immunity x4

He was born down there, down where Sound is bare-knuckled and kids are shared, bundled in Bulk, wondering if they'll be rescued by incredible Hulks, nope. Their folks got friends in high places Jets to impress or just, fly away from This, where kids shy away from fists, and Sit dead quiet as if, their life depended on it Stage fright, the requisite for staying alive To be free from forced feeding, while Funds are funneled to bleed him, just to keep him barely Breathing, they need him to keep his life secret Cause if he escapes, what will the people think? Imagine their relief when nobody says ni, and the Knights of Templar can keep their name discreet, to Remain in sync with darkness, one can't see, while seeds seek light no matter how much you try to muffle TUNNELS x12 Above ground, it's all about the love, but Further down, it's all about the blood Got the right kind, good luck, stay up, good for You, you're coveted, nothing less than what they want Got the wrong kind, the mimes all look down Mad frowns, crocodile tears from these sad clowns Some of them want to abuse you and your ass now Some want to be abused by you until they pass out Those who use the abused have been abused and Choose to abuse, like pass it on, go and spread your news It's a lose-lose fantasy he happened into He misspelled "love-love" by accidental No insurance, he fell for pro-assurances of Food and shelter in exchange of his services Inappropriate in any churches outside this Church, but their lust for his blood makes it worth the struggle TUNNELS x12 Dumb DUMBs by the same ones who go numb for underage Bums, no saving these cunts, they're going down under And not Australia brother, these Transylvanian blood Suckers forfeited their souls a long time ago There isn't much time to go before their cover's blown They thrive as long as their real lives are unknown Their blood lines are old as the history they sold When Moses first watched them worship gold The premise is, they get a glimpse Of Satan or some kind of demon when they make a wish Sacrifice, like when these heathens kill a kid Inca or Aztec-like - like they never left (they still exist) And never will, unless we pull the wool Off of our eyes like a caul to reveal the fool Follow the yellow brick roled, their shul, the Path of the righteous man will always cross Zool TUNNELS

Punching Nazis, clocking commies like my brother Rocky Captain America with a shield for kamikazes I play the game of risk, the banks call it Yatzee My bitcoin's on a roll though, somebody stop me Deep state, Rothschild, Bildaberger barbecue Grilling pedophiles alive is what we outta do Go to Greece, and not just for the iconic view Rockefeller oil's made for wood chipper starter fuel Call me a boss, just not Adolph, my Beef stroganoff, and I don't play golf, I Catch 'em and lock him up with the rest that we caught, I Reckon, cause we ain't into getting 'em off Play the tapes, hey, your face There's a child, there's a rape Everywhere you stay we find another case How do you plead? Hold the rope, case he falls funny, hope he don't He already fell for the okey doke, holy choke Hail Satan all you want til you rope a dope Shine a light, watch 'em run to where the roaches go But where your going ain't been knowing for a lot of hope That boat you're rowing's full of leaks and ain't gonna float This story surfaced bout these younguns you was trying to grope So to the prison system you implemented, off you go Into the poke, ain't that what you want? Make you Take it up the ass and impregnate your throat, give Up the holy ghost, like these treacherous popes Where's your god now? Looks like he totally choked Whoa is me tho, I care for these souls Until they get tempted into devilish roles, the Minute their complicit with these Jesuit robes, is the Instant they get COVIDed and going to where nobody knows, Play the tapes, hey your face There's a child, there's a rape Everywhere you stay we find another case How do you plead?

Hell, the opposite of wishing wells, Except when your wish wasn't well thought out, like Sending your enemies into a seven year drought, while Forgetting their ground is your ground (how tf?) Hell is your prison, your vision based upon your Convictions, don't fall short, or be judged by your own court Best to live and let live, lest your pet peeves get the Best of you, best in show, 'til they get what's left of you You board walked on all fours and the lost the plot, like Farmers paid to stop farming, who let their crops rot Now they get to eat cake made from another's crop And yes, it was baked upon someone else's plot Why would you give up your means to be free for Safety, that's neither safe nor free, nada mean? Just a Lotta beans tossed in the ether like lotteries Know winners? It's not a thing. What the hell? Bada bing [break] Hell... being born a man with no cock, like Fuck... that'd be enough to end my life brah Too much of nothing to live thru something like, naw I'm good, lights out, see you next life dog Or waking up in the body of man, wondering Who knows where this fucker's been? Who gave the Order for me to fill his shoes or his big-ass hands And who loses, when I decide I can't? From having no purpose to walking thru this circus, if a Circuit gets crossed, you blow a fuse or furnace, who Knows what's up or down, you're a clown, get to work, you're Here to entertain - no pay until you earn it Dance monkey boy, to whatever tune I want you to, and especially to the ones you don't want to Your sad is my glad, your mad is my bad, and I don't plan on going to bed soon. Thought you knew. "You gotta kill the person you were born to be and become the person you want to be." -Rocketman

It's all good, being a pagan, but Beware those who're praying to Satan Witches got burned alive for even stating his Name, or praying to his image, so graven Most remain scared to talk like stage fright Ignoring coincidence like gang signs Never forget 9/11, hide in plain sight It's no theory, conspiracy means game time Worship sex, death, pain and cheddar Forgive no one, neither debts nor debtors Believe in darkness, destruction and terror, yet Anything Ba'al can do, God can do better One makes, the other takes a lot One is transparent, the other shakes the spot One sews and grows the other makes rot One serves and protects, the other is like a cop A feel, parting words of the brother Bush, Cloned once or twice since, he died of bad fish Five years later, put him in the ditch, and Watch his kids get served for crimes that were his Jeb about shitted his pants watching dad Pass right in front of his eyes while they held hands Laura asked, "WTF, is that a fact?" Junior replied, "yep, it it ma'am." Then Kennedy said, "I've arrived Twenty years since the day they thought I died Hidden, living in the light Until the time was right to come back outside." Ba'al is finished, one less devil The cabal is diminished, thanks to the Rebel alliance of Christ and moral hybrids Shining brightness on demons eating my kids Never again, not on my watch Read between the lines like Triclops They say, no therapy or kind talk, can Heal their taste for flesh, so why not chop Heads off, of all and any satanists? Claiming freedom of religion, save it prick Your kind should mind the ways of the fist Especially when the lord holds the sword within my grip I'm a Christian, but not Catholic Nine out of ten times, I'm a pacifist, but Once the tipping point goes past this shit Is J-Toth gonna have to stab a bitch?

Well, what are you? Angels Angels? Yes So does that mean angels have intervened in human evolution? Yes But why? Vengence [David Wilcock] I would like to be very clear about the fact that I didn't come into this having any particular interest in Christianity I got kind of tricked into it, by studying Human looking extra terrestrial beings But there's something strange if they're levitating They have a glow coming off their bodies If they telepathically communicate with you And if they can levitate things with their mind or Teleport from one place to another This is all normal stuff that we see world wide They’re like, beams of light, right in front of our faces 4-D and beyond, not like we can chase ‘em Complacence doesn’t faze ‘em, it’s not in their genetic Make-up, sideways 8’s, the only set they're claiming For the glory of God, their mission statement Not a memo, if you don’t get it, you may not be meant for greatness Too many tainted by the sediment from the pavement that’s en- graved with murderers on the take, the basics of the basic Is there no safe haven for the layman? Can’t they be saved like frozen, stone-age cave men? Bath ‘em light, instead of darkness like a raven, or Is it too late to do a case-by-case basis? Asking for gracious purveyors of justice for the blameless Preserved in stained glass, for our ball of gas to play with Purging all human suffering, pain and anguish Plugged in 24-hours a day, you could say they stay lit Innovative with only love, they don’t hate shit But for every lame action, there may be retaliation Like, looking at a solar eclipse is dangerous, or Vengeance from masculine and effeminate vibrations 360 degrees, peep the angles See beyond 3-D, Jesus! These angels are Real deal, Holyfield, no fable, no tale Speak to them direct via DMT/LSDmail Is there a heaven, if you see a hell? Do you leave purgatory, when you make bail? What’s the point of being free, when using your brain cells To make jails, and not insure we all excel? For the sake of all females, shemales and males Living on this hay bale of earth, water and wind mills Explore the land fill, or stay in a stand still Take my hand, will you? Leave your pain on the window sill Unless you really want to claim it Then, I guess you really want stick to blaming Taking the high road is great, until it changes your Aim, ask Lucifer, he’ll make you famous Like Jesse James is... ANGELS x4