Oc3 - Brainwashers lyrics

1 st verse You've got my glock to your heads motherf**ers the last bullet that k**s all motherf**ers You think I sound like water off duck's motherf**ers I light on my tacts on your damn track s**ers This is me, this is light. I'll never change, i'll never lie You on the top,I'll bring you down To Shut you down , that's what i want And i ain't gonna beat the bush I ain't gonna pull a punch Now we hussle for a lunch and called it credit crunch But why the f** , you giving us excuses for If you think you God,then you'll never be liable for These dirty hands are the ones that hold us all f**in' brainwashers,your time is off chorus hey brainwashers the game is over motherf**ers am the host of late comers your new world is out of order f**in' brainwashers 2nd verse They ain't gonna Brainwash me I'm on This sh** properly expose all ur lies Ima do it Yea watch me I hear you on the radio see u on the box tryna say ur there And care when ur not new world order I don't like the menu dont eat up all the bullsh** That they try and send u So I send it back Put it on a track label it brainwasher motherf**a ,take that I'm seeing mad turmoil So that they can burn oil got a heart of stone Yea ur Rotten to the bone Stealing from poor When u dun know its wrong tell me where's the cash gone where I get the stash from Place all your bets When the dice gets thrown I'll Take the microphone Like My name's Alex jones its the final milestone Nose to the grindstone When the time comes then Ure gonna get ur mind blown chorus hey brainwashers the game is over motherf**ers am the host of late comers your new world is out of order f**in' brainwashers 3rd verse the end justifies the means brainwashers it's time for the mess motherf**ers divide and rule is your intention putting a spanner in your stuff that s my ambition from conspirary to the primacy of your power you're the f**in' serial k**a trapped in a corner with your bullsh** i see the strings of your puppet look am burnin' your chocolate is meltin' his face is bleechin' you may dance the devil's jig but i won't be your guinea pig chorus hey brainwashers the game is over motherf**ers am the host of late comers your new world is out of order f**in' brainwashers