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Loktavious - Your Mom (The Only Reason This Song Exists)

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They once loved me,
Loktavious, I am electrical,
Spark dark thoughts with words,
I pull you all into this spectacle,
Respectable, your desire to provide,
Detectable, all your selfish human pride,
I see you see what I am saying,
Swaying in your sea,
A sea of moments lost in space,
That is all you'll ever be,
Not me,
I plan on returning to my prior state,
To shift the shape of seas,
Is to what I gravitate,
So hate,
Or do whatever keeps you sane,
Stay inside and lock your doors,
There are enough out in the rain,
There are enough who claim insane,
Enough who claim they beast
Enough who gets locked up,
Enough who forgets to eat,
There are enough soldiers of the same cause,
Killing one another for colors,
Living two lives to survive,
Hiding vital info from others,
Like where and when it was that they been shot,
Lying to there mothers,
Family, friends and anyone who cares,
Enough riders and abducters

No, This is not a call to arms or something dumb
This a message to all these fucking idiot swaggot bums,
You're gay, literally the only reason this song exists
Is to diss, you and your mom, now I hope you are pissed

Fuck you and your shoes,
Fuck your hat, fuck your favorite team
Fuck your dog and your couch,
And the color green
Fuck your homies and your sister too,
Fuck Hip-Hop and The American Dream, ooo

(What the fuck)

Wait, sounded like the clowns from Detroit for a minute,
Those guys have got me laid a lot,
Fuck yea, i'll admit it,
Some dimes and some not,
Always with a painted face I did hit it,
And ninety percent of the time,
In their petite mouth I did finish,

I am like you minus limits,
Like a shark among fishes,
Ladies give me digits,
Less ye be called bitches,

I am rabidly robbing your riches,
Draggin bodies through ditches,
Those of Businessmen, worn whores,
Cops, Preachers and snitches,

Crackheads, and fat old white politicians,
To verbally violate vixens
And talk shit, Is my mission

If I ain't make no sense, bitch its cause you ain't listen,
Now Feel my eyes burn you with my My L-Ray Vision,
 
While the burned out bodies of old buddies keep sippin,
Wishin' I'd fall into the trap that has em wrapped, sittin,

Poised in a prison, dying in their own design,
Comprised of Only Serotonin, Ronin with a Weakened Mind

Fuck you and your shoes,
Fuck your hat, fuck your favorite team
Fuck your dog and your couch,
And the color green
Fuck your homies and your sister too,
Fuck Hip-Hop and The American Dream, ooo

When I was young, I wanted to explore, adventure and create,
But was Surrounded by the content conned cronies of fate,
Now I'm like "Come, See me Conquer,"
While they continue to wait,
Praying that a god fixes all the conscious mistakes,

I will keep walking with snakes,
Listen to subtle earth-shakes,
Watch children turn to robots,
Love transform into an ache,
Icebergs melt becoming lakes
See real change to fake,
Something full of innocence,
Turn to something full of hate,

The moon dance across the lake,
Once Good friends turn into flakes,
Those living fast apply the brakes,
Just One bad trip is all it takes,
Devils and Rebels defeat the Rakes,
Forgotten Gods get tied to stakes,
Chaos descend upon the States,
Heres Loki, kicking down the gates

Fuck you and your shoes,
Fuck your hat, fuck your favorite team
Fuck your dog and your couch,
And the color green
Fuck your homies and your sister too,
Fuck Hip-Hop and The American Dream, ooo