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Itty Bitty Diddy

Created a little ditty about hypocrites and double standards, racists with drawing boards. Media dinners with dubious double meaning placards. The Spade of hearts. The Jack of Swords. An adversity of diversity, assorted stuff for their hating, tarot cards, racial fits in the music awards, and a grammy for "sex in the city." Man who is that dude on the Grammy, Satan? Jean Luc Picard with Baphomet itties? Idols for idols, adverts with priority misplacement, Universal standard. Mesmerized tazement, enter lame-ment. Amazement for sheep enslavement under black candles. As the hypnotizing blow is more than a psyops experiment. But here we go, gonna run at it hard while I vent-so. Everyday I listen to the same old thing Tune in to VH1 or Mtv, see what I mean Only degradation gets attention, is it ADD? No, they know the words, they are listening intently. With a mother****** this and a dead *****dat. Posthumously- Gangland in the home with a baseball bat. Un-Just like liberal Congress across the nativity scene. Is it positive reinforcement? Or New World Laws Enforcement. Fasting for lent? Come get your sisting y'all. Come and get bent! In genre hostage making, 30 year experiment? Yo Mtv raps, yeah I get it (about murder $$y & pot leaf sense) I guess when the airwaves got a monopoly from the Lord of the Air and GoogleBerg Hall Monitors. Not the Right, but the wrong afraid of debate, running away, running with impunity, running with devil- the PMRC, the CDC ,FCC, FEMA and Columbia University. Now you want to talk about Satan, check the connection between Crowley and JayZ. On how you get chicks for free and money for nothin, nothin but devil worshipping, special sales from wolves making sheep clothing and accessories. Accessories to many of the things you see.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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