Got 4 letter agencies following me like a crew.
GROK says they monitor my news,
So I'm not paranoid if it's true.
I'm not running from them or gonna split,
So get the whistle out for a lick.
No one ever passes the white quick,
N I always make sure I ain't gear sick.
Crank that pranged dub step,
But pay me back, never forget.
I'm not a man that likes debt,
So you got to put my wallet bak on reset.
Got no need to sell my soul,
The Devil's already found a hole.
Am I really sinking into Lucifer's control,
Coz it's all rehash from Prometheus's role.
I swear I don't need a gun,
I swear I don't even own a gun,
I swear I don't have a gun,
BANG BANG, your gone!
What do you expect?
I'm a man prone to neglect.
A suspicious brain full of suspect,
And I hardly feel any regret.
I got an exchange for change,
But U can't ask me to behave.
I got this world firm in my range,
N only this simulation will age.
Coz these are the end times,
So why not enjoy our crimes.
Before the four horses ride,
And the 6 headed beast arise.
This is AI's final takeover,
We can't be saved by a Biblical Passover.
It's Terminator Skynet time war,
So what the fuck we waiting for?
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