Songtext von Auschwitz

Lights, camera The scene was a rage Detected the misdirection Them traps were a-maze-ing As they presented them empty questions Expecting them full sentence replies And government mentions Fuck that Them mishaps How his words never fit they ears They always seem to be a mismatch Tryin to lose em in the sentax The odds stacked against them all Got him feelin so mismatched How they call in for the dispatch Like bring in that back up That one mind too tough It needs to be latched up Cook a batch up of that shit That keep that crack cut And fed it to them bitch niggas Starvin and them sad muts That's a must Like a stroll or a strut With the cane and a puff Of the loosie, of the dutch Ugh A scary lot From the cracks in the cinder blocks Them autotrophs And prokaryotes scare me not What a backwards plot Till they cut, to the act For the backpack fulla crack Packs as he pass that back To the cash for that credit stack And that cash back Ugh Where them defenses at? The savemoney army Strikin back on full attack