I’m the CEO

I’m the CEO and you’ll do what I say,
doesn’t matter how many politicians I gotta sway.

Pump your phone full of propaganda til ya change ya tone,
like a good little citizen you’ll always obey my throne.

Subconsciously you won’t even realize it’s idolatry,
as you start to follow the beat of my archaeolatry.

Virtue signaling as a vegan you protest to eat herbicide,
meanwhile society is starving like a modern day genocide.

Monsanto, Apple, Nike we’re all the same things,
just one man behind the scenes pullin’ the strings.

President Red or blue doesn’t matter they’re both my bitch,
controlling the media narrative like a modern day witch.

Don’t bother just leave your conspiracy theories at the door,
if we needa we’ll drop another cointel pro for the poor.

World on lock down we’ll start to round up the dissident,
can’t blame me either because you were complicit-in-it.

Hop on my yacht and go for a cruise in the Caribbean,
watching the news laughing at your mouth covers, stupid peon.

Now go get your vaccine so I can add another digit to my account,
don’t worry if you can’t afford it I’ll give ya a discount.

Best part is if something goes wrong you can’t even sue me,
if you knew the truth I’d probably be hangin’ from a tree.

Don’t worry though I paid off the mayor and his police force,
drinkin’ beers with senator as we hit balls at the golf course.

Already sculpted your mind to my desire like potters clay,
only thing left for you to do is submit to me and obey.

I’ma clean out your bank account like your ex wife,
Call me Papi, Daddy, I’m the CEO and I control your life.

Only taking orders from the Pope to maintain the secret,
my Freemason henchmen workin’ day and night to keep it.

Flashing their devil horns for NASA on command,
mention this online and we’ll make sure your banned.

Got ya jumpin’ an clappin’ for your own mental enslavement,
in reality my boots holding ya head down to the pavement.

All twisted up in my version of the stockholm syndrome,
eatin’ up every word the television gives like it’s honeycomb.

Caught ya starin’ at the headlights on the highway like a deer,
and I’ma keep injecting society with more and more fear.

Best thing you can do now is just ignore this song,
go back to lookin at chicks on Instagram in’a thong.
last thing I want is some peasants like you thinkin’ they’re strong.

Kabuto the Python Dis Record

Yeah I got my headset on,
lets try and do this nerdcore thing.

My rhythm sucks and my lyrics are bad,
my flow is that of a stagnant pond’s lily pad.

Can’t let that stop me from joining my clan,
10 years too late I think It’s been cancelled man,

We gotta find a way to bring it back to 2009,
front of the library with my nerdcore hip hop sign.

Whether we need a time machine or just a good beat,
time to poke the python til he gets on his feet.

Can a snake walk I guess we’re bout to find out,
not here to play games with a viper for clout.

Slingshot loaded with lyrics ready to fly,
clipped and clean like a Japanese bonsai.

Take off that anonymous mask and step up to the plate,
hiding like Mark McGuire during the steroid debate.

Acting tough I’ll hit ya back to the garden of eden,
ridin’ around in your geo metro on 1st thinkin’ your speedin’.

Look at you on social media simpin’ for women,
puckered up like you’re suckin’ on a Mexican lemon.

Heard you gave up nerdcore making kids songs for Nickelodeon,
bro time to grow some legs an step up to the podium.

So toxic ya hidin’ under your bed while tryin’ to write,
I’m worse than the troll in Skyrim you were too scared to fight.

Like a mongoose my receptors are immune to your venom,
actin tough as ya sag your yoga pants made of high quality denim.

Drop’en the hate like a shootout in saints row.
finish ya off while I bury your career with my back hoe.

Maybe you’re too old now I don’t wanna pick on the elderly,
peanut butter and raisins your rhymes always lack the celery.

Got ya position dialed in with the long range mortar,
meanwhile ya bankrupted as an only fans supporter.

When ya gonna learn dude these hoes ain’t loyal,
got ya on the ropes beggin’ like its a battle royal.

A couple of titties and ya let her clear out the vault,
standin’ in the driveway left chewin on some asphalt.

Don’t be fooled by the avatar I’m a stoner with attitude,
have you switchin sides callin me papi sendin’ pics in the nude.

But before I go there is one more thing I gotta say,
I’ve got nothin’ but love this was just some nerdcore foreplay.