Georgey Porgey Pudding & Pie
P. Mortuus: Section 1
Vortex: Section 2
I’m digging holes of deceit
Burying dead relatives- I’m discreet
uncle was pain & aunt agony
Dangled feet in the grave- take a seat
in my astral plane- my physical long forlorn
worn out damaged when worn as a gown for
mock royalty- I submitted to no other
N.W.O wrestled with ol’ George as a partner
to make opponents cower- worrying over cells
not jails but there IQ sure never prevailed
when George tipped his finger up & an abrupt
“Fuck you” was whispered from an unopened
mouth which seemed shut- but echoed so loud
roped and hung- one gone many more to come
how’d he get so far- when far became close
& the Illuminati put the real president in comatose
to roam & pose- with a charade made by foes
of US- not USA but us- we the meant to be humanity
scathingly attacked- slyly lies covered the mat
so the youth of Islam couldn’t discern fiction from fact
pick up your GAT & give a 21 salute to the passed
soon to join em- your birth was a pre-made pact
it’s a fact were sinners from birth so sinners we die
get thinner oh my!- anorexia is spread by lies
& obesity is slap on the face of men trying to survive
clap on the vice- my vices are my virtues of life
Russian roulette- living so I throw another dice
Lose finance- so I commit acts with rage and hate
& afar sit the presidents- laughing as I fall in my place
another brother in another jail cell- his mother prayed
still didn't stop him falling victim to tricks of the trade
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Now let’s not beat about the Bush, don’t push me man
This land is full of outlandish bullshit that nobody understands
Our hands is tied as sour plans of spies are projected
Dupe votes reviewed by a new pope see Satan elected,
The Reagan days were a trip
Now you’re left facing a true pagan with a death-wish
Anti – Mohamed; spreading panic across the Atlantic
Damning the Islamic prone, shooting ammunition at Buddha
Jet planes versus rocks & stones, this competition is super
Secret maneuvers, speaking by phone to J Edgar Hoover,
Murder Brother X, then incur slurs that blur the vision
Concur for next mission; this demolition man has risen
Imprison the prophets of JAH, & distort their wisdom
I
Won’t
Joke, just
Provoke thoughts
They hold rope in
Courts ready
To lynch
The
I
Soldier of the Most High, I’d rather die than take bribes
A thin line divides sane & insane; beware of the fake Christ
Preach the Torah to reveal light, make no mistake twice
Each day I awake to fight the venom of demon snakebites
It’s like an orgy in Hell, a blatant brothel full of lies
As Georgey-Porgey kisses the girls & makes them cry
Pudding & Pie Niggaz
Pudding & Pie