Puppet Masters (Explicit)-F.T.N.

Puppet Masters (Explicit)

歌手:F.T.N.

时间:2025-10-11

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Puppet masters fat and slick, bleed the people dry

Vultures in Armani suits, watching futures die

Tax slaves screaming bloody loud, a suffocating cry

Autopsy your greed, peel your skin, let truth fly

Corrupt sons of bitches build their rusted iron throne

Kings of collapse, watch your kingdoms bone by bone

Their pockets bursting from the bones they own

The war's not pretend — this battlefield's cold as stone

Puppet masters fat and slick — bleed the people dry!

Corrupt sons of bitches — watch your kingdom die!

Tax slaves bleeding, screaming loud — this fight won't end!

Autopsy your greed — break the chain, my friends!

Drenched in shadow, money poured like blood from wounds

Dialing death deals, boardroom to tomb

Slaves enslaved by digits on digital moons

Corporate plague spreading, suffocating doom

Silk-tongued snake oil peddlers in tailored lies

Crushing bones under heels, watch the masses rise

But the crown's laced with rust and white-collar ties

Faces pale in mirrors, seeing their own demise

Puppet masters fat and slick — bleed the people dry!

Corrupt sons of bitches — watch your kingdom die!

Tax slaves bleeding, screaming loud — this fight won't end!

Autopsy your greed — this war's not pretend!

This ain't just rap, it's a requiem for the damned

Executives gripping chains, blood-stained hands

Corporate jungles crawling with snakes that command

The downfall's near — a reckoning all planned

Fangs sinking deep into the futures they wield

Revolution festers beneath this battlefield

Rip apart the lies, make the wounds revealed

Their empires crumble; no mercy, no shield

Scream through the silence, break the heavy chain

Blood on the balance sheets, soaked in the pain

Chains of gold, forged in the greed of the insane

Time's up for tyrants—feel the hurricane

Puppet masters fat and slick — bleed the people dry!

Corrupt sons of bitches — watch your kingdom die!

Tax slaves bleeding, screaming loud — this fight won't end!

Autopsy your greed — this war's not pretend!

Watch the towers fall, greed's final call

No more silence, no more thrall

Puppet strings severed, shattered walls

This horrorcore wrath consumes them all

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