Rats
Rats do anything for cheese. They prostitute their own children for money. They have their parents killed for inheritance. I am not a rat. I don't want the cheese. I want to be real. All these bitchass rats and their rat race. Fuck them and fuck their cheese. This is why I have nothing to do with them. They lie on my name and behind my back, fuck it. I can still speak for myself right here right now. Fuck them and fuck their lying narrative. As long as I'm alive, I'll speak for myself. Fuck them puppetmasters and fuck their pet rats. Fuck their cheese and fuck their pet rats. I think and speak for myself. I ain't one of their pet rats.
When it comes to the rappers, these gangs ain't give them nothing. All they do is tax them, be fans of them, and then get mad when they can't use them anymore. The same way they exploit their own daughters and sons, they exploit the rappers their hoods get. They ain't make them. They just mad they can't use them no more. They ain't sacrifice nothing. Fuck them lying ass hypocrites. Fucking pet rats that work for the complex, the trap, and the Truman Show. Y'all ain't give them nothing. Y'all ain't sacrifice nothing. Y'all ain't turn them into better men than they were before. Y'all ain't give them a way out of the trap. I did that. Y'all just run the trap.
Too many lying rats coming from the Truman Show. Too many selfish, greedy rats coming out of the Truman Show. One thing I can do is try to show them how to be real. The problem is that the Truman Show operates on a "take the money and keep your mouth shut or die" type of mentality. I rather die than be a slave. Maybe it will work, maybe it won't, but someone has to show these sellouts how to be real again. It's too many greedy selfish rats coming out of the Truman Show. Rats do anything for cheese.
Fuck these pussies. Sellouts that work for the military industrial complex. How they call everybody racist, claim brown pride, but then they secretly do MK Ultra to their own race? Lameass sellouts. Rats do anything for cheese. Fuck them and fuck their hive and fuck the extraction economy/exploitation economy. Fuck them chomo's.
I find it ironic that the chomo's always be talking shit sideways and playing dumb like the pussies they really are instead of asking to speak to me one on one. Actions speak louder than words.
Fuck these lameass rats, fuck the military industrial complex and extraction economy, and fuck whatever pussyass sellouts gang or hood is working for them right now. Them pussyass sellouts using the lameass technology they get for kissing ass and working with the military industrial complex. Fuck them sellouts and their technology. I ain't fucking with their women. I ain't taking their money. 83P can eat their own shit. Fuck them and fuck their plata o plomo. I ain't taking their money and I don't want their women. Them, all these pussyass undercover agencies, the military, all them sellouts. They left me for dead. They drugged, tortured and brainwashed me. They wiped my memories. They the ones that always got me under surveillance and follow me around with their bitchass undercovers, even tho they play dumb about my amnesia. They implanted this bitchass brain chip bullshit. They the ones that try to manipulate me using their bitchmade radio. I healed my own brain. I healed my own body. I got my memories back on my own. I fixed my own ways. I figured out their fakeass Truman Show by myself even tho they always stalking and trying to destabilize me. Fuck them and fuck the lameass gangs that work for them. They all keep each other secrets so they can take advantage of y'all. They the ones prostituting their own kids and anyone else's kids they can get their hands on. They the ones lying and faking it while they got everybody under mass surveillance. Fuck them, fuck this lameass sellouts hood whispering from outside, fuck all their money and fuck all their lies. I'm the one sacrifice everything from my music to my mental health to my peace of mind and everything else to breakdown their bitchass lies and I'm the one bringing the truth to light. Fuck these sellout ass hoods that work for them, fuck their secret surveillance systems and brainwashing programs, and fuck the extraction economy. I already got my memories back. They can stalk me and run their psychological destabilization campaign using targeted surveillance and undercover agents all they want but they cannot brainwash or silence me no more. I already know the truth. Fuck their plata o plomo. I'm not taking their money. I'm not another one of the extraction economy's pet rats. Fuck them, fuck their gangs and cartels, fuck their construction companies, fuck their undercover agencies, fuck their police and politicians, and fuck their secret surveillance and brainwashing technology. They're lying for money and power. These pussyass drug addicts will say and do anything to get their hands on more oil. They don't fight for the truth. All these bitchmade rats only do shit and work for is money. Rats love cheese.
Fuck these rats. Fuck their fake love. Fuck all the lies and secrets they cover up and hide. All they care about is money. All they care about is thisnrace control bullshit and the extraction economy cover up. Fuck them, fuck their cover ups and lies, and fuck their money.
Fuck that little pussyass rat whispering shit outside my window too. Fuck them and fuck the technology they kiss ass for. Plata o plomo nothing. I never took their money. They can't stop me either. They just lie, act hard and fake it. Giant rats.
To them, it's just business. Drill, mining, deforestation, prostitution, surveillance blackmail, brainwashing and hivism. It's just about money, business, and protecting their investments. To me, it has nothing to do with money. Fuck them and fuck their business. This is real life, not the Truman Show. This ain't about money. I'm a rapist killa. That's it. Fuck their money and fuck all their businesses. Fuck them giant rats whispering outside my window. They can't handle the pain. All they do is give up, sellout and prostitute their own children. Fuck them giant rats.
The rats will go wherever there is promise or chance of there being lots of easy cheese. The rats are a problem, like being faced with a bull, but in the case of a bull, the one waving the red flag is also a problem because they are the one that is angering the bull and making it charge. In this case, it's not a bull, it's waves and waves of giant rats, but it's the same thinking.
Anyone can hide in the shadows or undercover and pretend to be something they're not, especially for money. There is a difference the same way there is a difference between a soldier and a mercenary. Just because both may fight doesn't mean they stand on the same principles. Most are egotistical, greedy or power-hungry. Few are altruistic, selfless or self-sacrificing. Anyone can pretend to be good in society while they hide how ugly they really are. Very few will actually make the sacrifices necessary that make them really good in reality.
They play this game to be top puppetmaster. It's just like that book, Lord of the Flies, except the winner gets to be Lord of the Rats. Fuck the extraction economy. Fuck the military industrial complex. Fuck the surveillance industry and fuck their secrets manipulation and all their lies and games.
I wonder which puppetmasters is sending which pet rats. I ain't no rat and I ain't no puppetmaster. I'm real. I'm not some pussyass liar that's hiding and whispering from somewhere else either. I think for myself and I speak for myself. I'm honest, straight up and in the open.