Chorus Look but don't touch touch but don't taste taste but don't swallow we're all controlled sheepeople on a wheel like gerbils just going in circles keep your head on a swivel trying to dodge these devils! verse Holding on to anger is drinking poison expecting the other person to die i didn't realize that hating you was only killing myself i had to let it go in order to survive Yeah you a bitch but shit so is life there is to much power to fight and i refuse to let you be my demise whining like a hoe over this old hoe digging my self in a whole tired of whipping these watery eyes my prayers whispers tiny whispers like unwanted mail marked return to sender worried about my mother consuming all that sodium and sugar nigga ain't no whole foods on my corner my people are goners from that shit they feeding us at the local bodegas diabetes and high blood pressure were getting killed by drugs, food, cops, and local gangbangers The devil is coming at all angles lurking behind corners every 24 hours got us cracking under pressure and it's only getting illa shit can a nigga have a few days of being depression free worried about bills to pay Baby mamas and drama black on black crime and murder guns gangs and paper they locked up all the fathers kids ignoring elders fried food and soda they're taking away are future and tomorrows looking darker Chorus Look but don't touch touch but don't taste taste but don't swallow we're all controlled sheepeople on a wheel like gerbils just going in circles keep your head on a swivel trying to dodge these devils!

Blow It All LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS Da Ha Da Ha (ha ha ha ha ha) Da Ha Ha Ha (ha ha ha ha ha) Becoming a rapper is the number cause of death of young black men god damn shits a sin Life imitating art imitating life imitating art where does it end or begin It use to be all in the same gang self destruction now it's gang bang self-corruption and killing Niggas out here fronting rapping mumbling about nothing Kids imitating shit you ain't even doing And if your really beefing and shooting the second you Get caught you can't wait to start rating and squealing And when your doing your jail sentence the record label taking all of your profits and you dollars and cents And if you get murdered then they really cash out While your laying dead in coffin straight ass out No money left for your family in your account cause you spent It all on gold, clothes and hoes wanting clout Chorus x2 Da Ha gonna give it to you raw The worlds a seesaw and the rich write the laws They think when your poor and black you rap sell crack and bounce a ball get money quick rob, steal, trick and blow it all Yeehaw Verse 2 Before it all falls apart the ends justify the means In this industry of sluts lust distrust and greed record execs making your soul bleed your begging Please (please baby baby please let me get some cheese) Like Ben the rat got poor blacks in crime and drug infested shacks better learn to dunk like Shaq or pack a gat these kids having flashbacks like war vets when going to schools a death threat while America worships the wreck the shits a mess the world got a pretty noose around her neck On the edge of a wooden chair just one more step then it's Gasping for breath got me all upset politically incorrect all Hands on deck gangs on the block throwing up there set Money power respect but the devils gonna collect life's A marathon but i was dumb and tried to sprint ain't that a Bitch!! Chorus x2 Da Ha gonna give it to you raw The worlds a seesaw and the rich write the laws They think when your poor and black you rap sell crack and bounce a ball get money quick rob, steal, trick and blow it all Yeehaw Da Ha Da Ha (ha ha ha ha ha) Da Ha Ha Ha (ha ha ha ha ha) Da Ha Da Ha (ha ha ha ha ha) Da Ha Ha Ha (ha ha ha ha ha)

LOVE IN VAIN LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS Fascinating isn't how changeable women are one minute they say they want you and the next minute they say they want someone else. That's because they only want how they got until someone better comes along ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Verse 1 I'm as cold as a hookers heart Lying bitch what your lip don't you start And i sit like a Cadillac on bricks in some ghetto backyard Why is life so fucking hard! Chorus BABY BABY Verse 2 Your deceit has infected my mind All alone in the summertime I'm a hermit just like Herman's hermit i hate getting harder to take it But i fake it like every things alright! Chorus BABY BABY Verse 3 When you get drunk you feel guilty and call my phone crocodile tears on how you did me wrong I ain't trying to here bitch cause if you really meant it you would leave that midget So you can shove them tears up your ass like a thong Chorus BABY BABY BABY BABY Better cool it baby!!

Wheelchair Weirdo LYRICS BY Deacon Burns Chorus 1 X2 It's the wheelchair weirdo getting pushed by my hoes down to the corner store And i gotta get the doe yo rain fall sleet or snow bro you know How it go Chorus 2 Beware of the devil when you at the crossroads gold and fame Ain't worth the price of being owned It's a fine lined between paper and a sold soul but still gotta Provide cause ma ma she getting old My nigga better beware beware beware Verse 1 I'm a defect and a reject holy intellect like P.R.T a real MC But still they don't get me yet until i get my own begets Then they jumping on my dick trick bitch quick to switch When they see a nigga lit like that movie it sadistic psychotic I'm twisted and chaotic storm the set swing for your neck so Bitch protect it or get your shirt wet like a fat kid in a pool I'm a freak and it's my circus watch your lip or bitch get dealt Wit living contradiction like a Gemini illuminated one i shine Like a third eye and i will murder if you fuck wit mine ma ma Money music don't cross the line smoking pure pine drinking Moonshine Alabama wine bitch get in line shit you know the Time got's to get mine in this world of corruption and crime Chorus 1 X2 It's the wheelchair weirdo getting pushed by my hoes down to the corner store And i gotta get the doe yo rain fall sleet or snow bro you know How it go Verse 2 It's ironside broken body Bobby lyrically hot like wasabi like Cobra Kai karate i'll sweep the leg and show no mercy like an Evil Sensei got's to get paid yo fuck the fame This shit ain't a game In these godless streets everybody packing heat trying to get A little fame by snatching a rappers chain little shorty want to Gang bang snort cane sip lean like Lil Wayne cock back take Aim i came to bring the pain whole worlds insane can a brother Maintain trying to get my kicks before shit goes up in flames Leave a blanket of ash oh what a shame nose dive burn crash Scorched earth bang bang nothing remains never be the same Since they shot and killed Dwayne my brains deranged in a World that's crooked and strange Chorus 1 X2 It's the wheelchair weirdo getting pushed by my hoes down to the corner store And i gotta get the doe yo rain fall sleet or snow bro you know How it go Chorus 2 Beware of the devil when your at the crossroads gold and fame Ain't worth the price of being owned It's a fine lined between paper and a sold soul but still gotta Provide cause ma ma she getting old My nigga better beware beware beware

The Fool LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS Verse 1 When life hands you shit put it in a bag place it on the Porch of your enemies house set it on fire ring the doorbell Then and watch the fun if that don't work pull out a gun Shoot him and his piss in the bed son so he wont come After you later oppress oppressor bully the bully kill the killer Enslave the master now feel the torture nigga whatever mad Hatter with a dagger with every slash your blood splatters bucking like a beretta this is trail by fire you rappers a trial and error time to feel the horror from my holy reign of terror like a Spanish inquisition preacher now confess before i burn all you Motherfuckers! Chorus x2 Sometimes you gotta play the fool to fool the fool who thinks There fooling you this is what you do Verse 2 This savage planet is an obscene scene r.i.p G.O.R.K Eck The Green Being being shot in back by a coward i want to hear him Scream in front of his moms girl and seed revenge is a bitch indeed tell me nigga do you bleed if he dies he dies like Drago said to Apollo Creed and that goes for dancers singers D.J's and MC's even the hype man can get the pipe man under Your bed like the boogie man enter the sandman take my hand We're off to never never land back in the saddle again i roll Around in my wheelchair like professor x from the x-men pro Black like the X Clan fuck the policeman i'll ram and bam that Head like Bam Bam from the Flintstones i shine like a Rhinestone then stuff some raw cones to keep my mind in the Zone stay high and stoned little tipsy from the patron rap is Attack clones these streets is a war zone we're headed Towards the end zone life is the twilight zone nigga strap Yourselves in better hold on before you get thrown Chorus x4 Sometimes you gotta play the fool to fool the fool who thinks There fooling you this is what you do

OUT OF ORDER LYRICS BY Deacon Burns Chorus Post traumatic stress disorder Your out of order i'm out of order Stop wasting quarters on a game That's out of order Cause it just doesn't matter It just doesn't matter It just doesn't matter Getting killed by gang bangers It just doesn't matter It just doesn't matter It just doesn't matter Verse 1 From the office cubicle to your funeral you work and slave Like an animal for some dimes and nickels just to put food On the table for some spoiled ass kids and a lazy ass bitch That ain't grateful the game is rigged and fixed it's all a trick A trap everybody wants to get rich quick entertain act and rap And all the hoes with fat ass and tits are ig models or strip Trying to catch a baller that's a simp suck his dick get pregnant Collect the golden Willy Wonka ticket the shit is wicked a few Try to stand up to injustice while the rest do nothing about Party party get high and try to ignore all these leaders are Crazy and deranged these rich fucks can't relate to being Poor behind on rent with no food on there plate it feels Like there is no escape and it's getting harder and harder To hold on to faith Chorus Post traumatic stress disorder Your out of order i'm out of order Stop wasting quarters on a game That's out of order Cause it just doesn't matter It just doesn't matter It just doesn't matter Getting shot down by coppers It just doesn't matter It just doesn't matter It just doesn't matter Verse 2 The entire world is a grave yard were birds of pray pecking At the bones every man out for there own the banks are Taking are homes all the kids are getting stoned the earth Like the game of thrones instead of dragons it's bombs and Drones fire and brimstone Islamic fundamentalism terrorist White supremacist everybody's racist the shit is fucking Ridiculous being trapped in this broken body is like Serving a life time prison sentence without walls and fences Feeling useless helpless and hopeless it just doesn't matter What the fuck is the purpose while the leaders finger fuck the Planet dry and replace the public with A.I while all the Have-nots just rot and die and rich build bunkers all over The earth nobody knows why makes you want to break Down and cry cause they keep feeding us and feeding us And feeding us and feeding us and feeding us more fucking Lies Chorus Post traumatic stress disorder Your out of order i'm out of order Stop wasting quarters on a game That's out of order Cause it just doesn't matter It just doesn't matter It just doesn't matter Getting killed by gang bangers It just doesn't matter It just doesn't matter It just doesn't matter Getting shot down by coppers It just doesn't matter It just doesn't matter It just doesn't matter Getting blown up by soldiers It just doesn't matter It just doesn't matter It just doesn't matter Cause either way they still gone try to kill us either way they still gone try to kill us either way they still gone try to kill us either way they still gone try to kill us

Here Kitty Kitty Kitty LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS Chorus Pass the pussy Pass the Pussy Pass the pussy Here Kitty Kitty Kitty Pass the pussy Pass the Pussy Pass the pussy Here Kitty Kitty Kitty Verse 1 Tippy Tie tippy tay girl you gone gets some dick today Spread them thighs nice and wide put on the ky time to play Undelay undelay where it's at like Beck on odelay Spit and lick that clit if you a squirter spray it on my face I'm a freak what can i say i like that shit the nasty way Hey hey hey the booty's fat Albert i'll be here all day Wax on wax off like Mr Miyagi and we both on molly take Off them panties slowly leave on them heels walk over to me Jiggly juicy mouth watery tasty oh baby do me shake it tease Me pop it but easy don't want to come to quickly washboard Belly girl you so sexy got Russell the love muscle all sweaty And sticky that coochie belongs in movies Chorus Pass the pussy Pass the Pussy Pass the pussy Here Kitty Kitty Kitty Pass the pussy Pass the Pussy Pass the pussy Here Kitty Kitty Kitty Verse 2 Pass the pussy i like it bald not bushy put a E pill in her booty Cause shes nasty and freaky she blind folded me and whipped Me goddamn this hoe is super kinky like Rick James bitch shit It's getting hot and heavy she road my like a Chevy i eat it like A little Debbie her tities are perfect round and perky her nipples Erect and pointy her skin is dark and lovely can't get enough of That body this is an all night sex party we gettin busy Weed Viagra liquor the Kama Sutra call your girls over I'm taking the pussy to war like a soldier I'm a dog call me rover that shit is so wet i need a life preserver Trying to keep my composure bitch call me Caligula Chorus Pass the pussy Pass the Pussy Pass the pussy Here Kitty Kitty Kitty Pass the pussy Pass the Pussy Pass the pussy Here Kitty Kitty Kitty Pass the pussy Pass the Pussy Pass the pussy Here Kitty Kitty Kitty Pass the pussy Pass the Pussy Pass the pussy Here Kitty Kitty Kitty Big floppy donkey dick Big floppy donkey dick Big floppy donkey dick Big floppy donkey dick

G.O.R.K LYRICS BY Deacon Burns Chorus X2 God only Really knows the government got us under surveillance and Under control slave to are iPhones pharmaceuticals got a hold Of are soul money clothes and hoes with no future goals Verse 1 I wouldn't waste a catheter and piss on you fuck nigga even if You was on fire like Richard Pryor full of hate passion and Desire bitter obsessed like a scorned lover replaced with Another you motherfucker hate your enemies save your friends Find your place speak the truth beware of people in power with Dark suits locking up the youth for loot corrupt judges lawyers And privately owned prisons all in cahoots with the boys in blue What's a nigga to do when the system is set up for us to lose No matter what side you choose my mind Is coming unglued a shrewd rude boy resist refuse old school About to blow a fuse i'll cut a motherfucker smooth if you catch Me in the wrong mood my dude my world is screwed fluoride In the water to poisoned foods you have no clue we're Keep in the dark confused by tabloid news big butts and boobs Got us all fooled the world is bitter and cruel as they tighten up The noose you can't get loose just some more strange Dangling fruit rip from the roots Chorus X2 God only Really knows the government got us under surveillance and Under control slave to are iPhones pharmaceuticals got a hold Of are soul money clothes and hoes with no future goals Verse 2 Hell hounds on my trail nipping at my wheelchair wheels Where in the ghetto it's drug sells and jail demons in Blue suits shoot and kill at will riddle of steal you try to rebel Shitty plea deal with no appeal just black steel in the hour of Chaos what you talkin bout Willis they trying to kill us give Us a life time sentence on some frivolous trumped up charges The whole system is blatantly fucking racist nightmares and Pressure Post traumatic stress disorder from all the murder in the black Community living in the hood is like a third world country killing Each other over chains drugs and money bang bang willing to Rep for your block and gang gang the streets don't love you Just piss and blood stains now you want revenge cause your Man was saline just another mother crying out loud in pain The shits insane everyday i think about my man Dwayne Getting shot and killed and the cops ain't do a damn thing it's a damn shame how a black man was murdered in vain taken out over change and cocaine little kids shot in There brains cause gangs don't know how to fucking aim Instead of holding your guns sideways take your fucking ass To the gun range you stupid fuck this ain't no video game Chorus X2 God only Really knows the government got us under surveillance and Under control slave to are iPhones pharmaceuticals got a hold Of are soul money clothes and hoes with no future goals Ending Chorus X3 When there is no future we must take what we can before it's too late we await a cruel fate mankind has lost faith from this Mental prison there's no escape it's far too late