Lyrics Puppeteer - Embis

Prophetically infused poet? Aesthetically a ruse, know it
I steadily move knowin' that instead of his fuse blowin'
He's ready for doom, so when his head is in blues, go on
A machete can bruise no one in medically induced comas
I bet he could use no-ones, collect them and choose, goin'
To set them all lose, soak up the sedatives then show guns
The meddling youth shogun that said he abused no one
Already you lose, so what? You expect me to prove notions?
Just focus, deranged ramblings from a guy with a foiled bill
Your tricks don't make a lick of sense, I guess you used spoiled milk
Can't handle the truth, it's killin' creatures like oil spills
I will never understand all the morals that aren't instilled
Does your moral compass have a magnet to the back of it?
And when I say that, all y'all voices stagnant as a stack of bricks
A bitch who wanna glorify a magnum and a mac or ten
Or packin' sticks, I equate you to that of a big bag of shit

It's somethin' weird
There's some people who cursed and prolly love your tears
I will say that I'm sure that you got somethin' to fear
Please be mindful of words that they will stuff 'ya ears
'Cause if you follow you'll birth a fuckin' puppeteer
It's somethin' weird
There's some people who cursed and prolly love your tears
I will say that I'm sure that you got somethin' to fear
Please be mindful of words that they will stuff 'ya ears
'Cause if you follow you'll birth a fuckin' puppeteer

Never packed a heater, 'less on a plane to a Alaskan ice
Never pulled up with the pump, 'less I came to attack a tire
I was strugglin' with uglies, called gay 'cause of whack attire
Had to fumble through the fuckery, gained a new map in life
Like am I supposed feel ashamed that I'm not hood?
Or that I never chose to spill the brains of those I could?
Like fuck, I'm just opposin' all you lames who void of good
It's better if I'm frozen when the flames destroyin' wood
I'm simply a sentence dispenser of pent up ass shit, need an enema
Spittin' straight, no enigma, saliva clear, don't encrypt my messages
Won't fit with the stigma of kids with pens who attempt to
Trick you with intricate internals, prolly sent to the infernal
Not a culture vulture, you the motherfuckin' protozoa
You impose an odor 'cause you on a mission for the plaques
You'll spawn a figment for your ass, they gonna listen in the masses
What wouldn't you do for a lawn that's vivid with the grass, shit?

It's somethin' weird
There's some people who cursed and prolly love your tears
I will say that I'm sure that you got somethin' to fear
Please be mindful of words that they will stuff 'ya ears
'Cause if you follow you'll birth a fuckin' puppeteer
It's somethin' weird
There's some people who cursed and prolly love your tears
I will say that I'm sure that you got somethin' to fear
Please be mindful of words that they will stuff 'ya ears
'Cause if you follow you'll birth a fuckin' puppeteer