TrutherBots

By Callon B

On Mayan Cigars

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[Verse 1: Simple]

I'm robotic a body just got caught

I cordelled the daughter of a millionaire and she's all on my cock

They want me to stop, I slaughtered my way to the top

The cream of the crop I cream in her twat

She's screaming, calling me Pop.....eyeee cuz I'm a nut if you can't see

Onomatopeias "Bada Boom" "Bada Bing"

Shootin dice with my entourage, it's claymation

I hang Clay Aiken by 6 stray aprons and play Satan

Hop up on the Play Station and start aimin at dumb children

Who feel like they're numb but about to succumb to this gun weildin

Never shoot for the Stars I day dream so I shoot for the Sun, kill it

I'm putting five in the ceiling, four orders of more whores

3 some, gonna need more to snort for this twin bill-n

I'm the one that you been feelin, and I'm fuckin exceptional

I put the cheat code in for immortality

I never doubt that I lack morality but I hold myself higher than the voices of a Soprano Quartet

If Jesus Psalms is the bar that y'all set

Ima carve a staff longer than his and pole vault it

Most highly exalted, most likely to drive off of a bridge and land in a dark hallway

And spark up and start battle rapping against a young Andre

This is poison out the Doctors mouth

Eight Thousand on Crocodile Loafers, Chauffeurs and edibles

My flow is exceptional, accepted and you better off

My letterman piss em off, my extra mint is fresher than your excrement

Boy, your shit is soft, lyrical Van Nistelrooy

I load the whole clip, and only let out the opening scene

Video game microwav, you can get yo shit destroyed

Wondering how I write now? Bottles thicker than white out

Nowhere livin right now, someone pass me the White Owl

Cold cocked, slow clocks, stone watch ticked off

Just to shake the fuckers thats pissed off

Peel off, wipe out, no ones home, lights out

BYE BYE lord only knows that I try

If I spread my wings will I fly?

Probably not...


[Verse 2: Callon B]

Off top I'm spazzin you would think I'm like Rabbit

Out a top hat rappin that White Magic

Jump out of the box and saw the world at its axis

Like alakazam and fuckin abracadabra

I appear, but I won't ever trick for my career

And for my next stunt I need a few volunteers to be the new Paul Revers

The campaign is coming to the nearest hemisphere bet I blow within a year

Throw a square within a sphere then I vanish

Go off grid in a hammock, free of all distractions I dive in the Atlantic

Visited Atlantis and ended up in Bermuda, woke up an Ascended Saiyan living in a computer

The system'll get booted and refurbished, quick as chick chosen who they service

Like DSL, now tell me if you get it?

I'll wait, but if you didn't then forget it

And if you did just tell me if you're with it

Heard that you were Christian so you know you'll be forgiven

Organized Religion, Corporate Politicians

The Board of Education, all should be forbidden

The Fort Knox Gold been missing, where is it?

As the debt grows I only raise my suspicion

So tell me where you spent it? hmm

Cuz I know it ain't backed by Gold when you print it

Fuck if you're offended don't listen if you is

And if you isn't than its time to get busy

Less Actavis more Aktavist, before you reach out better this who you rapping with

Mr. GYB, the mother fuckin captain its

No accident how I'm so accurate

3 Bulls Eyes thats a Taurus with a hat trick

Back full circle like Half Cab flips

No practice, all over the net like baskets

Or rackets, Venus with the back spin

I'm amazing, thank you for asking