Quantum Dot Tattoo ft. Queens Bully Lyrics

Yo

Keep wearing masks like sheep, 'till there's silence of the lambs

Sacrificial, this shit is getting out of hand

It's not accidental, coincidental, it's well planned

I had to hit you, y'all really had me feeling mental

Now I'm just taking number 2's, and I don't need no pencils

It's all fake on the fucking news, you need to change the channel

Lay awake up in my room, stress getting hard to handle

Tell them pussies they make a move, they'll end up on the mantle

They're trying to divide us, shit, it's all connected

You can't connect that, you've got poor perspective

These people think we're stupid and they might be right

Don't question the overlords or it's nighty night

It's a small circle, they'll never let you inside it

Get in the way, and the Clintons will have you suicided

We should be worried 'bout the youth, they wanna euthanize us

When shit get too extreme, you've gotta neutralize it

I'm not here to debate, man, leave me alone

You're worshiping satan worshipers harvesting Adrenochrome

Operation Mockingbird might concoct a purge

I know you think it is, but it is not absurd, watch your words

It's lethal but it's legal, got it in the open

(Man, I wish they would try and take this shit from me)

I'll leave you fuckin' see-through, now you're really ghosting

(Bye bye, tell your mama I'm sorry)

I didn't cry long, picked up the Krylon

(Spray this whole shit up)

Click, clack, get back

A lot of people sell their soul, never made a sale

Be careful with the truth, they never take it well

Beta males, they love gossip, they love to talk shit

I don't got Kung Flu, I smoke gas, that's why I coughed, bitch

My better judgement says they force it through the faucet

Everybody crying and hiding, I swear we lost it

Quarantine started, I copped 10 P's and offed it

Never bought a thing 'cause your pockets empty? Aw, shit

You could get whacked dead or you're running for your life

And I ain't no crackhead, but I'm a Hunter with this pipe

You was black then, you voted for Trump, now you're white

But the fact is this is America, do what you like

I hate when artists get political, but this is critical

Criminal tactics, they're just flipping it backwards

Give you theatrics and split us in factions

Start attacking each other like it's our passion

And predict our reactions

It's lethal but it's legal, got it in the open

(Man, if you don't got one, you better get one right now)

I'll leave you fuckin' see-through, now you're really ghosting

(It's gonna start looking like The Walking Dead out here)

I didn't cry long, picked up the Krylon

(They gonna know my name before I go)

Click, clack, get back