Catch You by Tony Moon Lyrics
My 16s got the imagery of a sick fiend
Or its an orchestra of carcasses picked clean
Scoring the story of this author. I spit scenes
The speed of mine is red line like an inf beam
Fuck a cool whip; I ain't about quick cream
But you probably don't get what that shit 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? nigga, war
Or its an orchestra of carcasses picked clean
Scoring the story of this author. I spit scenes
The speed of mine is red line like an inf beam
Fuck a cool whip; I ain't about quick cream
But you probably don't get what that shit 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? nigga, war