Bohemian Grove

It's the time for the women

Two times for the ladies

Three times for the bitches

That's right, mother fuck the government

Mother fuck the system

Mother fuck you, I'm just living how I'm living

Patron with the lemon, pineapple in the Ciroc

Vanity, more Holmes than Sherlock family

To roll through, smoke up, fuck with a broad or two

I'm broader than you, I'm slaughtering you (Murder)

She ain't gotta be a genius to see it

I just hope the brain make me say Jesus (Crazy)

No religion, I'm just so explicit

I co-exist in places you would never know existed

Solo here, take a photo like a four-seater (Yeah)

Top-notch to my fucking socks

Say I'm not, you smoking rocks

She on my jock, that's reasonable

If she pop a xanny it give me the panties

She'll never leave me alone

Shit, I swear I just met shorty like forty minutes ago

And it's a go, man I hope she don't think I think she a hoe

Got me harder than sneaking a bitch in Bohemian Grove

Yup, one time for the women (A, what, what?)

Two times for the ladies (A, what, what?)

Three times for the bitches (A, what, what, what?)

The bitches

Mother fuck the government

Mother fuck the system

Mother fuck you, I'm just living how I'm living (Yup)

Hennessy and Coke, 18 hundred

We mixing dark and light like the 1800's

And we getting blunted, what it do, yes indeed

Bet I got some weed like Schoolboy Q

Let the festivities begin, we in here (What?)

We in here, we in here (What?)

Where them hoes at? I'm sincere as Nasir

Belly of the beast, I might feast, oh my dear

We night ride like Paul Revere

Spilling mai tais all on her brazier (Yeah)

Top-notch to my fucking socks

Say I'm not, you smoking rocks

She on my jock, put the key in the door

If she pop a Percocet, it give me the sex

She'll never leave me alone

Shit, I swear I just met shorty like forty minutes ago

And it's a go, man I hope she don't think I think she a hoe

Got me harder than sneaking a bitch in Bohemian Grove

Yup, one time for the women (A, what, what?)

Two times for the ladies (A, what, what?)

Three times for the bitches (A, what, what, what?)

The bitches

Mother fuck the government

Hey baby, I've been thinking of you

Hey baby, I've been thinking of you (What, what?)

Hey baby, I've been thinking of you

Hey baby, I've been thinking of you (What, what?)

Look at my mind, floating away (What? What?)

I get so illuminati

That's right, mother fuck the government

Mother fuck the system

Mother fuck you, I'm just living how I'm living

Now, having said that

I'll go back to this start, this is a meeting

Okay, this is, this is what House said

Very soon

Every American will be required to register their biological property

That's the birth certificate

They'll be required to register their biological property (Control!)

In a national system designed to track the people

And it will operate under the ancient systems of pledging (Control!)

By such methodology, we can control people to submit to our agenda

Which will affect our security, charging back for our fiat paper currency

Every American will be forced to register

Or suffer not being able to work and earn a living (Control!)

The sin

They will be our chattel, that means slaves, means collateral

You're secured as collateral

They will be our chattel