FREE LUNCH
Hand em a big hankie for all the pigs in the blankie
no issues with tissue just pistols Epistles from slavery
basically Nat turner with twin fat burners
burn your fat off like planet fitness damage business sits within my appendages fuck privileges these pillages our villages
and menaces us fuck the handcuffs
Fiat money be not the God we trust got black guerrillas niggas with aks and drums n stuff to rumble in these concrete jungles
see m fumble out the big banana clip like bumble bee the struggle be macabee nigga this insane bang is a thrilla adrenaline
been buildin in the temple under the pendelton to penalize the penal system seen em with the pineal gland plans
to depopulate incarcerate imprison

PSIONIC
Tell me something hotter than Megan Fox
How about ten million dead and slaughtered cops
Or pigs trading in stocks getting heads chopped
If this is the way that I talk, I’ma get my ass shot (BLAOW!)

I feel like I be risking a dissident mission
Dipping out of this bitch but feds want extradition
Sick shit written misgivings causing schisms til the pigs listen
and throw my ass into privatized prison.

They devour my hours, I’ma slave for a wage
Ravenous for what’s ours, make us their prey
Maniacal monopoly boys with nice monocles
Running everybody’s lives like a damn carnival.

The fatter the cattle the harder the battle. Lookin over my shoulder because evil SWINE
Always be lurking BEHIND people’s shadows.
They sit in saddle, they hit wit their paddles, baton to the back of yo head and breakin yo SPINE
commit any CRIME, it’s time for the gallows.

Always a paradigm of dominant power caucasian.
The verdict’s in your honor, what’s the closing statement?
when it comes to pigs, I’ve got more hatred
Than Free Lunch and Blacc got court cases. (That’s a lot of hate).

These class traitors that don’t serve the taxpayers
They can’t decide on their favorite shoe polish flavor
Stick up a stockbroker make him empty his pockets
I want some pigs in a blanket, so bring the carpet.

Roll em up, dump em in the harbor when it’s star-lit
Pump my fist like a gun to fuck up corporate harlots
Better run cowards, I devour you pigs
When I howl in the streets “that’s the sound of the beast”