BrokenKlutch “Marilyn Mayce”
Declipsed tha Major
2005
Verse I:
Let it go. Just let the sickness erode
Religion die slow. Termination exposed
Set off the system before the system denies
And rejects the allegations that poison is set to disguise
Just let it go. Accept whats been given on the daily basis.
Masquerade continues, hefty smell of stitching racists.
This alone is a test of where I stand.
Cause I’m rockin with unforgiven circumstances advanced
Preparing for dirty looks, and all that negativity has to offer
Clear my throat. Cussing is still my living sponsor
As I watch yall take the bait of what higher power’s feeding
PETA and Klutch are devising the act of receding
Call for help now, decommissioning’s upon you
And the clarity reeks of correction and will kill the blindfold that…
Haunts you… That foul essence of closure
The same shit that got your wrists slit and drugs loving you
Fiancé to death, slave to experimental giving’s
Go waste your life away… good ridings
The lights dimming… door’s opening wide
Left me to intercept the helping hand, application denied
Option 2’s recruiting; but it’s said to be filled with flames
But it’ll give you the encouragement, and find the truth that remains
Cracks, cave… the truth is out there go search
Unless you want to escape, well then you get what you deserve
Chorus:
Declipsed tha Major….
Bring it back
To when corruption was sucking on nipples
Building the red behavior
Extinct population of saviors
The evolution of slave labor
Burn tha Major
Declipsed tha Major….
Bring it back
To when corruption was sucking on nipples
Plotting the fake behavior
Extinct population of saviors
The evolution of slave labor
Burn tha Major
Verse II:
………..Life caught vapors. Reality catching the sacrifice
That left illusion pimping major
………..Prostituting immune slayers
Drama defense is critical becoming
Richard Bay players
Or the exploitation of government made man
Repeated déjà vu from situation of Stan’s
I wanna exit out. Take my life away.
It’s deeper than it seems to be presented but I’ll hush today.
Can’t give in. Still a pawn in this jungle
They don’t expect me to fire back, so I’ll give Demon
Dimensional dose will feed’em. The finger middle is branded
Vision impaired herd. Born again Christians are stranded
Better to kill’em off. Mental no physical harm
Unless they strap me up. Nun’s suck my dick… open awww
Goggle well… spit it over to the next bitch
I’m the least of your worries, save it for that bitch (up there)
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