Puppets Of The Corrupted

Ya betta listen to my vision, restore da truth

just a musician on a discrete mission, and for any rapper dissing,

ill cut ya straight down your fission, your dropping dead to the floor,

slam your head in my door, cops will never find out about ya lore

nines loaded, bandanna up, hat down like im gonna rob a liquor store,

imma teach ya lesson packing smith and wesson

But then they'll never get me for life for possession, of a deadly weapon,

now steppin on illumanati puppet graves

Then ill get your girl friends name and say

" i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame,

bitch im blowing up this rap game, now rising to fame

getting to my head, going insanium in my cranium, never be da same

again

Im another puppet dats corrupted in this sinister creed, done my evil deeds

so im taking the seeds, cutting crops to put a stop to this evil game of hip hop

a bubble a thought threatening to pop but i signed document

and their paying my rent, too far, dats where i went, now all i want to do

repent, sent from hell, didnt want to sell my soul

but they fed me all my desires full

and it seems i cant gain control

caused a hole in my heart, dats just a start, bought it all at a discount like at

k-mart