Sebutones - To mock a k**ingbird lyrics

[lyrics originally transcripted by Jimmy Dyna, onesecbeforetheend & etze; props to Mutley for helping] [Verse 1: Buck65] In a position where I'm wishing The conditions weren't so miserable The movers and shakers With the visceral maneuvres The designated minimal effect Upon the educated criminal mind And I never need religions When i can always feed the pigeons Rather then going to catechism Born catholic with the crack addict's jizzm I'm telepathic, you paid to see the blue suede shoes Stamp on my soul and swallow a used tampon Vandalize churches My alarm signals me to scandalize disciples And then to purchase firearms And as we layer the ammo And sing battle hymns Along with the player piano We dress up in cattle skins Stockpile supplies One eye on the clock dial And [?] one on the executioner For the mock trial Cut with precision We make the final decision Maybe we should pull the plug On a television baby But it's debateable cause since the ego And the honest truth is still inflatable He's scared to die All we need to do is cut the air supply Tamper with the remedies The veins feed the poison From the heart to the extremities Beyond potential We command a force The non-essential ones That ponder the causes And also honor the losses and prophets Plus I beg your pardon Historian Spill your blood upon the dust To make a garden for scorpions [Verse 2: Sixtoo] Check the index directory Under metaphysical 200 rappers are ga**ed And need Pepto Bismol From a 3rd eye hot degree burn [?] We see worms crawling in corpses of the living The unforgiving, the unrelentless We prevent this from happening, make it cease So before the moment crease And make the effervescent disease Increase the pressure We don't want them no more Put them on the westbound train For mount rushmore And lock the door behind them Throw away the key Down to the depths of the darkest sea Remarks will be forgotten So long as we let them forget Lest we not forget the opposition and threat You can't define it We break, make and combine it, refine it Then bring it back to underground You can't find it We're taking this sh** Back to 1996 a.d. after democracy Fall heir [?] to hypocricy The psychological advantage Combined with microbiological management technics You can't prevent catastrophy Not through empathy No sympathy on the weak Mental telepathy No need for formal speech, no more We're moving on to door number 4 And then we dissappear through the floor And reappear in the aftermath You can't explain it but it's coming And i can hear hell's drummer drummin'