Tony Moon - Catch You lyrics

My 16s got the imagery of a sick fiend Or its an orchestra of carca**es picked clean Scoring the story of this author. I spit scenes The speed of mine is red line like an inf beam f** a cool whip; I ain't about quick cream But you probably don't get what that sh** means. Simply The government manufactures the doe Out of thin air to keep us trapped in a hole We owe the i,m, and f Trillions while american families keep writing their checks To pile up the debt while we stay up in a police state God help us if they decide to collect With their guns kicking open our doors So i react like toussaint louverture over this overture Throw 'em overboard At the white house like "what you think this gas and the torch is for? n***a, war