Voluntaryist Rap by Eric Dubay Lyrics
Yo, I made a decision
Like 10 years ago
I’m on a mission
I wrote it down
Here’s what it says bro
“I’m gonna end the NWO on my own”
Yeah I know, sounds pretty egoistic and optimistic
But someone’s gotta do it
And I’m a mystic, I saw the future
And when they finally find and kill me that’s what’s gonna prove it
This goes out to all the Rothschilds and Rockefellers
Corporate shills and their Freemason sell-outs
Lobbyist pricks eatin’ dicks under the tables
Bohemenian Grovers burning our children
Kissenger I’ve been sent as death’s messenger
Obama, Bushes, Clintons and all you minions
Guess what, we know your addresses, just wishing you the best and
Hope you sleep tight every night when this track hits the presses
By the way, thanks for 9/11
You assholes
The patriot act, stimulus package, banker bailouts, constant lies, wars, crimes stealing our lives
Priests and CPS raping our child
TSA grabbing your genitals
DHS checking your decibels
NSA watching you play with your testicles
NASA laughing with their fake telescopes
RASA copyin’ it all for the communists
JAXA Asians playing the same game and
Taxing the shit out their brain-washed populations
CIA recruiting the best of ya
DEA raiding your vegetable garden
LAPD shooting your dog’s face in
Call it a mistake, then let you pay for the privilege
Fuck you very much you stone cold killers
There’s no excuse for what you do you get paid in stolen bills
Taxation is thievery and the government’s more mafia than the Godfather trilogy
Get a real job, private sector mother-fucker, the government is for criminals
Check this subliminal: none of them are for the people
Public servant’s an oxy-moron you morons
There’s more arms in their arms than Hindu gods holding guns in a funhouse
The deck is stacked, and you can’t fight back when the dealer’s sealed behind bullet-proof glass
Hence voluntaryist rap
This here resort is my last
And so if anyone asks
Why Dubay’s murdering tracks
It’s cause he’ll never relax
Until the people can grasp
Their fucking power and act
This the next level shit bitches
Indy rap
From that flat earth guy
Destroying tracks and the entire industry while I’m at it
Expose your favorite rapper as being crapper than a lung full of dung trying spit this track out
Blacker than the black hole in Steven Hawkins brain-stem
White rapper
Make you forget Eminem’s name then
Slim Shady
Fading into the background
When Dubay steps in eclipsing the mainstream
Like Rahu
Peeking around Meru
You’re see-through
Like blue through the afternoon Moon, I see through ya
And I’ll peek-a-boo ya
Like your deadbeat dad shoulda coulda done to you
Now hurry along son you probably should go before this flow
Hits the coast of your mainland bro
It’s gonna blow all you know out proverbial windows
And turn you all into ghosts
Turn your mall into posts
Gonna call in the coast guard
Do you like Rothbart
Turn you to a swan yah
Force feed you then eat you like fois gras
Point is you’re dead brah
This last verse goes out to all the soldiers
No thanks for your service and no you’re not a hero
I don’t support your purpose, cause you’re just a bandolero
Sent over-seas by some banker’s ones and zeros
To bring home all the cheese for your fat rat masters
You’re wearing dog tags cause that’s how they see ya
As animals to slaughter for their Gucci and their Prada
You know you really oughta stop and think before you go man
Cause soldiers stop being heroes when they leave their own homeland
Wait for a moment, consider what this song says
You can’t defend America by fighting over-seas and
There’s nothing in the middle-east but Israel’s enemies!
Come back home guys!
They washed your minds with lies and sent you all to fucking die!
Like 10 years ago
I’m on a mission
I wrote it down
Here’s what it says bro
“I’m gonna end the NWO on my own”
Yeah I know, sounds pretty egoistic and optimistic
But someone’s gotta do it
And I’m a mystic, I saw the future
And when they finally find and kill me that’s what’s gonna prove it
This goes out to all the Rothschilds and Rockefellers
Corporate shills and their Freemason sell-outs
Lobbyist pricks eatin’ dicks under the tables
Bohemenian Grovers burning our children
Kissenger I’ve been sent as death’s messenger
Obama, Bushes, Clintons and all you minions
Guess what, we know your addresses, just wishing you the best and
Hope you sleep tight every night when this track hits the presses
By the way, thanks for 9/11
You assholes
The patriot act, stimulus package, banker bailouts, constant lies, wars, crimes stealing our lives
Priests and CPS raping our child
TSA grabbing your genitals
DHS checking your decibels
NSA watching you play with your testicles
NASA laughing with their fake telescopes
RASA copyin’ it all for the communists
JAXA Asians playing the same game and
Taxing the shit out their brain-washed populations
CIA recruiting the best of ya
DEA raiding your vegetable garden
LAPD shooting your dog’s face in
Call it a mistake, then let you pay for the privilege
Fuck you very much you stone cold killers
There’s no excuse for what you do you get paid in stolen bills
Taxation is thievery and the government’s more mafia than the Godfather trilogy
Get a real job, private sector mother-fucker, the government is for criminals
Check this subliminal: none of them are for the people
Public servant’s an oxy-moron you morons
There’s more arms in their arms than Hindu gods holding guns in a funhouse
The deck is stacked, and you can’t fight back when the dealer’s sealed behind bullet-proof glass
Hence voluntaryist rap
This here resort is my last
And so if anyone asks
Why Dubay’s murdering tracks
It’s cause he’ll never relax
Until the people can grasp
Their fucking power and act
This the next level shit bitches
Indy rap
From that flat earth guy
Destroying tracks and the entire industry while I’m at it
Expose your favorite rapper as being crapper than a lung full of dung trying spit this track out
Blacker than the black hole in Steven Hawkins brain-stem
White rapper
Make you forget Eminem’s name then
Slim Shady
Fading into the background
When Dubay steps in eclipsing the mainstream
Like Rahu
Peeking around Meru
You’re see-through
Like blue through the afternoon Moon, I see through ya
And I’ll peek-a-boo ya
Like your deadbeat dad shoulda coulda done to you
Now hurry along son you probably should go before this flow
Hits the coast of your mainland bro
It’s gonna blow all you know out proverbial windows
And turn you all into ghosts
Turn your mall into posts
Gonna call in the coast guard
Do you like Rothbart
Turn you to a swan yah
Force feed you then eat you like fois gras
Point is you’re dead brah
This last verse goes out to all the soldiers
No thanks for your service and no you’re not a hero
I don’t support your purpose, cause you’re just a bandolero
Sent over-seas by some banker’s ones and zeros
To bring home all the cheese for your fat rat masters
You’re wearing dog tags cause that’s how they see ya
As animals to slaughter for their Gucci and their Prada
You know you really oughta stop and think before you go man
Cause soldiers stop being heroes when they leave their own homeland
Wait for a moment, consider what this song says
You can’t defend America by fighting over-seas and
There’s nothing in the middle-east but Israel’s enemies!
Come back home guys!
They washed your minds with lies and sent you all to fucking die!