Brainwashers Lyrics - Singles - Oc3

1 st verse 

You've got my glock to your heads motherfuckers 

the last bullet that kills all motherfuckers 

You think I sound like water off duck's motherfuckers 

I light on my tacts on your damn track suckers 

This is me, this is light. 

I'll never change, i'll never lie 

You on the top,I'll bring you down 

To Shut you down , that's what i want 

And i ain't gonna beat the bush 

I ain't gonna pull a punch 

Now we hussle for a lunch and called it credit crunch 

But why the fuck , you giving us excuses for 

If you think you God,then you'll never be liable for 

These dirty hands are the ones that hold us all 

Fuckin' brainwashers,your time is off 

chorus 

hey brainwashers 

the game is over motherfuckers 

am the host of late comers 

your new world is out of order 

fuckin' brainwashers 

2nd verse 

They ain't gonna 

Brainwash me 

I'm on This shit properly 

expose all ur lies 

Ima do it Yea watch me 

I hear you on the radio 

see u on the box 

tryna say ur there 

And care when ur not 

new world order 

I don't like the menu 

dont eat up all the bullshit 

That they try and send u 

So I send it back 

Put it on a track 

label it brainwasher 

motherfucka ,take that 

I'm seeing mad turmoil 

So that they can burn oil 

got a heart of stone 

Yea ur Rotten to the bone 

Stealing from poor 

When u dun know its wrong 

tell me where's the cash gone 

where I get the stash from 

Place all your bets 

When the dice gets thrown 

I'll Take the microphone 

Like My name's Alex jones 

its the final milestone 

Nose to the grindstone 

When the time comes then 

Ure gonna get ur mind blown 

chorus 

hey brainwashers 

the game is over motherfuckers 

am the host of late comers 

your new world is out of order 

fuckin' brainwashers 

3rd verse 

the end justifies the means brainwashers 

it's time for the mess motherfuckers 

divide and rule is your intention 

putting a spanner in your stuff that s my ambition 

from conspirary to the primacy of your power 

you're the fuckin' serial killa 

trapped in a corner with your bullshit 

i see the strings of your puppet 

look am burnin' 

your chocolate is meltin' 

his face is bleechin' 

you may dance the devil's jig 

but i won't be your guinea pig 

chorus 

hey brainwashers 

the game is over motherfuckers 

am the host of late comers 

your new world is out of order 

fuckin' brainwashers