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why who what when where, why who what when where, swiss swiss swiss switzerland, whats in switzlerland, what is attacking my gland, what has the upperhand of me, surely it cant be a cannonite deity because its all in my head right, who what when where why, i pryied out my third eye only liquid was there, so dont do that even try , while drugs on me they lace, negroponte's the case, i just catch a weird taste drinking without haste, whats the matter, they even gave me a chance to run from the pyschiatry place, but i knew i would probably be maced cause of rfid or something so simply put in my lighter piece, who what when where why did i die cause this is not what i remember, from future to past eyes closed like a cask fad to black like a using match, space craft crashed, blast away enemy intruders using joysticks, im tired of fighting but i cant stop cause they keep messing with me, im not up for it like senior bill hicks this dude im talking about is acting illegal methods, causeing my body wreckage and trying to make me blame hip hop on the end of the rope, i had a vision of me gun toting to be collecting my information, thats not what this is at all, someone lifted the shall dsgraced the wall if he turned his back, but i know if i see threats from bankers turrets who to fire back if i get shot in the back, fade to black wait nah this isnt my ending, their pretending on me with memories that never ending like the never ending story only real i barely have any expression left, i have been pelted with rocks, spit on by chick jocks, shat on by crocks, wheres the key to the locks ima have to wait till jesus comes back noone here is pure, i dont know which is which sometimes, my rhmes are thought crimes in the eyes of the enemy, and i cant stop fighting because of the suffering i see and that has a hold of confp2, and thats my cue, who what when where how, wipe that scowl away your no devil unless its true what? where? when i guess i gotta look for the openin, never drink coffee again, focus with my true kin the gang that will act on gods command, allah is the heavenlly father voices from another try to bother, electrick tricks of 666, believe me when i say i hate 6 tricks, lies and thrown into the fire along with the sticks and stones, guns held to demand back our home, shot to the dome if theres no compliance, im sick of listening to yall terrorists in the white house offices and the pentagon, masonic druid paganastic everything opposite of romantic, i want to be peacefull both parties bein decieptfull like the bull or baal if you believe in that kind of stuff, im rough with liquistics predicting the future in magic tricks, but im not a heretic so if they burn me you know where i went. heaven sent #2 stunna
