PROPAGANDA (feat. PsychoSloth & Hade$)
This is not a test, thi-thi-thi-thi- this is not a test
This is not a test, thi-thi-thi-thi- this is not a test
Droppin' the top like a cabriolet
Gunnin' the talk doin dirt where ya lay
The world is so hollow I live in concave
Decapitated from the lower mind-state
Feelin' so deconstructed
Buildin' up feel so luscious
Enema got you gushin'
Seductive by the suction
Feelin' the imprint of the sickness
Boarded up up by the mortician
Burned to a stake for being different
My whole mind-state is making decisions
All of this time I'm craving love
Never will I take it as grub
Feels so toasty upper cut
Feelin the burns as I wake up
Ventilate sound the hammers
Takin in propaganda
Radiate feel the gammas
Disintegrate every cancer
Wide awake they violate
Right away I operate
You proud of faith I moderate
Gotta change my constant state
Ventilate sound the hammers
takin in propaganda
Radiate feel the gammas disintegrate every cancer
Wide awake they violate
Right away I operate
You proud of hate I moderate gotta change my constant state
This is not a test
This is, this is, this is not a test
This is not a test
Thi-thi-thi-thi- this is not a test
This ain't a test, this ain't a drill
You with the rest, You getting killed
This ain't a test, this ain't a drill
You with the rest, You getting killed
Lil bitch clear the way
I feel paranoid I am not okay
Thoughts racing but I don't know what to say
What to say
Subliminal message on the gate
Imma melt face
Pull up with a grip of hells rage
Hells rage
Lil bitch you're not safe
I don't give a fuck about your sage
Ain't no fuckin way you gettin' saved
Gettin' saved
Creepin' down an alley
Straight jacket baddie
Super duper geeked
And we boutta smoke a fatty
Super slime slatty
Trap metal scatty
Butane hash and the mistress off the addy
This is not a test
This is, this is, this is not a test
This is not a test
Thi-thi-thi-thi- this is not a test
This ain't a test, this ain't a drill
You with the rest, You getting killed
This ain't a test, this ain't a drill
You with the rest, You getting killed
Your homie pack, I smoke that shit
I took his pint, I drink that shit
I'm nodding off, I lean and shit
He want the smoke, I bring that shit
Glock .45, I'll blow that shit
Bullets in his dome and shit
Bussin' through his home and shit
He don't even know that shit
Pull up deep, we hurting shit
Burners tucked, we burning shit
Throw em in the, furnace shit
Burn em til they're burnt as shit
Going hard like randy orton jumping off the top rope
Fucking on a stripper bitch on the fucking top floor
Run up on me, fuck the guns, I'll swing at you and break your nose
Put the heater to his neck, these bullets gonna make you choke
Pull up with that bow bow
Waka flocka gun smoke
Laughing in a mazi with my grill on and a blunt rolled
I'm a hellhound motherfucker we don't bleed the same
Ashes in my oxy when I snort em we don't breathe the same
Bite the curb, I'll stomp yo shit, I'm hades bitch, I bring the pain
Morphine codeine roxy in my system, I don't feel no pain
This is not a test
This is, this is, this is not a test
This is not a test
Thi-thi-thi-thi- this is not a test
This ain't a test, this ain't a drill
You with the rest, You getting killed
This ain't a test, this ain't a drill
You with the rest, You getting killed
This is not a test, thi-thi-thi-thi- this is not a test
Droppin' the top like a cabriolet
Gunnin' the talk doin dirt where ya lay
The world is so hollow I live in concave
Decapitated from the lower mind-state
Feelin' so deconstructed
Buildin' up feel so luscious
Enema got you gushin'
Seductive by the suction
Feelin' the imprint of the sickness
Boarded up up by the mortician
Burned to a stake for being different
My whole mind-state is making decisions
All of this time I'm craving love
Never will I take it as grub
Feels so toasty upper cut
Feelin the burns as I wake up
Ventilate sound the hammers
Takin in propaganda
Radiate feel the gammas
Disintegrate every cancer
Wide awake they violate
Right away I operate
You proud of faith I moderate
Gotta change my constant state
Ventilate sound the hammers
takin in propaganda
Radiate feel the gammas disintegrate every cancer
Wide awake they violate
Right away I operate
You proud of hate I moderate gotta change my constant state
This is not a test
This is, this is, this is not a test
This is not a test
Thi-thi-thi-thi- this is not a test
This ain't a test, this ain't a drill
You with the rest, You getting killed
This ain't a test, this ain't a drill
You with the rest, You getting killed
Lil bitch clear the way
I feel paranoid I am not okay
Thoughts racing but I don't know what to say
What to say
Subliminal message on the gate
Imma melt face
Pull up with a grip of hells rage
Hells rage
Lil bitch you're not safe
I don't give a fuck about your sage
Ain't no fuckin way you gettin' saved
Gettin' saved
Creepin' down an alley
Straight jacket baddie
Super duper geeked
And we boutta smoke a fatty
Super slime slatty
Trap metal scatty
Butane hash and the mistress off the addy
This is not a test
This is, this is, this is not a test
This is not a test
Thi-thi-thi-thi- this is not a test
This ain't a test, this ain't a drill
You with the rest, You getting killed
This ain't a test, this ain't a drill
You with the rest, You getting killed
Your homie pack, I smoke that shit
I took his pint, I drink that shit
I'm nodding off, I lean and shit
He want the smoke, I bring that shit
Glock .45, I'll blow that shit
Bullets in his dome and shit
Bussin' through his home and shit
He don't even know that shit
Pull up deep, we hurting shit
Burners tucked, we burning shit
Throw em in the, furnace shit
Burn em til they're burnt as shit
Going hard like randy orton jumping off the top rope
Fucking on a stripper bitch on the fucking top floor
Run up on me, fuck the guns, I'll swing at you and break your nose
Put the heater to his neck, these bullets gonna make you choke
Pull up with that bow bow
Waka flocka gun smoke
Laughing in a mazi with my grill on and a blunt rolled
I'm a hellhound motherfucker we don't bleed the same
Ashes in my oxy when I snort em we don't breathe the same
Bite the curb, I'll stomp yo shit, I'm hades bitch, I bring the pain
Morphine codeine roxy in my system, I don't feel no pain
This is not a test
This is, this is, this is not a test
This is not a test
Thi-thi-thi-thi- this is not a test
This ain't a test, this ain't a drill
You with the rest, You getting killed
This ain't a test, this ain't a drill
You with the rest, You getting killed
Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Fruehan
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