IDF Terrorists
Mr. Wright, what's happened? I'm beginning to feel lighter
We're going into what space pilots call free flight
We're far enough from the Earth now so that the gravity can't pull at us
Look, we're floating in the air
So we are. That's because we don't weigh a thing
Once you're done, you're floating right up to the ceiling. Watch it
Ouch! Hey, how do I get down
By golly, now everything's floating. All the chairs and the tables
We should have remembered to nail them down. Here, give me a hand
Ouch! You're through that table
Nobody wants to talk about it
So let's fucking talk about it
Adderall. Valium. Oxy mixed with Vicodin
Reality without gravity
I'm fucking high as shit
I speak my mind. Fuck the weak minded Zionists
Lying about what the fuck Hamas and Al-Qaeda is
They find the perfect drones
United with America
The guns they supply them with
Israel bomb schools knowing kids are still inside the shit
What side you motherfucking siding with?
Casualties are women, elderly
Lebanese blinded kids
Drones in the sky as high as my mind intertwining with IDF's evil fucking genocidal wit
Al-Qaeda had no weapons but their poppy fields were fucking dry as shit
Out of nowhere, withdraw troops from Afghanistan?
Introduce fentanyl. Of course they fucking had a plan!
America supplies the weapons
Two evil countries holding hands
Attacking Muslims blowing up their holy land
Lies come in lots of versions
You blow up all the fucking mosques and churches
You kill prophets for profit
The true prophets lurking
You kill Muslims and Christians
Pedos fucking the children
You're destruction of image
Your claims debunked with some wisdom
Iran supporting all the innocent
Gazan civilians
Who started war? Better question
What was the first act of terrorism
You thought you sold your soul
It wasn't yours to begin with
Can you speak one minute without we land in hell again?
I am sick of hell
It is not for you to say what is good for you to hear
I may speak my heart, I think
We're going into what space pilots call free flight
We're far enough from the Earth now so that the gravity can't pull at us
Look, we're floating in the air
So we are. That's because we don't weigh a thing
Once you're done, you're floating right up to the ceiling. Watch it
Ouch! Hey, how do I get down
By golly, now everything's floating. All the chairs and the tables
We should have remembered to nail them down. Here, give me a hand
Ouch! You're through that table
Nobody wants to talk about it
So let's fucking talk about it
Adderall. Valium. Oxy mixed with Vicodin
Reality without gravity
I'm fucking high as shit
I speak my mind. Fuck the weak minded Zionists
Lying about what the fuck Hamas and Al-Qaeda is
They find the perfect drones
United with America
The guns they supply them with
Israel bomb schools knowing kids are still inside the shit
What side you motherfucking siding with?
Casualties are women, elderly
Lebanese blinded kids
Drones in the sky as high as my mind intertwining with IDF's evil fucking genocidal wit
Al-Qaeda had no weapons but their poppy fields were fucking dry as shit
Out of nowhere, withdraw troops from Afghanistan?
Introduce fentanyl. Of course they fucking had a plan!
America supplies the weapons
Two evil countries holding hands
Attacking Muslims blowing up their holy land
Lies come in lots of versions
You blow up all the fucking mosques and churches
You kill prophets for profit
The true prophets lurking
You kill Muslims and Christians
Pedos fucking the children
You're destruction of image
Your claims debunked with some wisdom
Iran supporting all the innocent
Gazan civilians
Who started war? Better question
What was the first act of terrorism
You thought you sold your soul
It wasn't yours to begin with
Can you speak one minute without we land in hell again?
I am sick of hell
It is not for you to say what is good for you to hear
I may speak my heart, I think
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