Food for Thought (Shit Sandwiches)

Either you are the elite
Work for the elite
Or enemies of the elite
Guzzling scopolamine or slid LSD
Fifth tour of duty wigged out
Licking off at fleas
Please disregard what your lying eyes see
In that valley of the blind the one eyed man is a (g)
What FEMA be to hotels and pig feet
Souse and dairy be to a raw foodist
Gelatinous monosodium glutamate swine mucous
Baxter pigeon fluent twenty-eye hybrid human
Reciting the heliotec in symbiotic union
When all else fails Project Blue Beam
Unleash the hologram spacecraft over Brooklyn
LA that ain't no mystery missile shooting
Sleep walk
Pillow talk
High value targets
One trillion chakra
Two trillion ruling planet
Triple stage blackness
Infinitely massive
Coming for them night time breathing taxes
With extra terahertz in your naked body scanners
Left hand on the soft-kill
Right hand on the canon
Cause after this audacity of hope
They'll be more fake disaster
No more razzle dazzling them with bullshit
No more covering it up with cherry, nuts and cool whip
Just straight footlong shit sandwiches
Food for thought
No bread
No lunchmeat
No 7 grain
No golden honey wheat
Shit sandwiches
Food for thought
No bread
No lunchmeat
No golden honey wheat, pumpernickel or flax seed
IMF turd burgers
Bon appetite
Shit Sandwiches



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Ingleton
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