Killing People feat. James Files, LoLo Frees, Bill Gates & Karl Marx

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Intro by Louis Farrakhan

lyrics

[Farrakhan]
God says thou shalt not kill
And then later on, 
He tells you who should be killed
(One, two, three) 
wait a minute...

[JAMES FILES]
He grabs his balaclava and a clean black gee
Belt, slippers and his contract sheet
Santa's got a list, and he's checking it twice
But not one name's been nice
Longsword, short-sword, ten throwing stars
Nunchucks, bow and arrows, ten poison darts
All his gifts, but he's the only one giving
Taking some lives and flying back up the chimney
One mark, two marks, three marks, four
Saint Vic doesn't bother knocking at your door
You can leave milk and cookies, he might even eat 'em
But don't get your hopes up, you're never going to meet him
You might see him, right before your heart stops beating
But that's not long enough to ever ID him
Can you imagine, like Christmas
It's beginning to Look a lot like ninjas

[BILL GATES]
Killing people everywhere I go leaving lots of dead bodies all across the floor
And I know I know better, but I just can't fucking stop killing people
Killing people everywhere I see, every time I see a person I'm gone make 'em bleed
And I know I know better, but I just can't fucking stop killing people

[LoLo Frees]
Side kick, kill him, jab cross, kill him, front kick, kill him, evade
Side kick, jab cross, front kick, that's what God said

[KARL MARX]
Close my eyes and see a thousand people screaming
Lullabyes of my efficiancy
The shadow that stabs you from behind the screen
Leave the scene, never seen, presence left like a dream
Never question what the truth is
Ruthless, catch your pressure point,
I fucking kill you with a tooth pick, yeah
I know I'm fucked up, but
This the life that I was born to
Either use the knife, or they gone use it on you
We've been weaponized and arts of Marshall
Gods of war throwing stars from Mars, boot up, suited up like a silhouette
With spider legs while I'm spinning webs that's easy
Everywhere I go I'm there to leave somebody bleeding
Delivering the heebie-jeebies to the scheming demons
Waiting in the creases, barely there, barely breathing, reaping

[BILL GATES]
Killing people everywhere I go, leaving lots of dead bodies all across the floor
And I know I know better, but I just can't fucking stop killing people
Killing people everywhere I see, every time I see a person I'm gone make 'em bleed
And I know I know better, but I just can't fucking stop killing people
Killing people everywhere I go, leaving lots of dead bodies all across the floor
And I know I know better, but I just can't fucking stop killing people
Killing people everywhere I see, every time I see a person I'm gone make 'em bleed
And I know I know better, but I just can't fucking stop killing people
Thank God, ha, ha, ha, ha

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from Deep State Pizza Party, track released October 31, 2021 
Written by JToth and Hears Kraz. Produced, mixed and mastered by JToth for Frozen Food Music [ASCAP] at The Cooler 4.0 in St. Louis, Missouri

You Can Touch My Body feat. Prince Andrew & Hunter Biden

 

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You can touch my body, just don’t tell nobody
Cause if you tell somebody, I gotta cut your body
I don’t trust nobody, I just lust for bodies
So macabre, all agape, can’t stop, won’t stop naked karate

I create the bodies, I don’t erase the bodies
That’s my man’s department, cuts up, cleans and takes the bodies
We disgrace the bodies, desecrate the bodies
Not until they’re rotting, that’s disgusting, not my bag baby

They won’t miss the bag lady, or your lame-ass land lady
Or your man’s ex-lady Ghislaine
She can catch it, drizzled ketchup, messed up, make up, dressed up, take that
Shit off, bend down, get down, get off. Fuck off, seeing that you’re dead and all

I could bet it all, I won’t get caught, sprinkle fentanyl on this dead corpse
And if I get caught, all bets off, I gotta dead drop of photos and what not
I’m protected, by your top notch, not elected, and not cock-blocked
It’s the creme of the crop from regalist lot, and not a crime if you pay off the cops.

You can touch my body, but don’t tell nobody
Cause if you tell somebody, I have to tell my daddy
He won’t be happy, he’ll most likely have me
Doing crunches and running laps, while you die soon, lol, sadly

Don’t blame my bloodline, it’s not like I’m Einstein,
But the theory of relativity literally means this is my time
You saw the pics, right? You saw the chicks right?
You saw the dick size, foot job, meth mouth and the crack pipe?

It’s like that all day, ery day, daddy taught me how to get paid
Stash that cash with a diplomat, blackmail his ass, and be on my merry way
I’m no one’s baby daddy, my sperm count’s not too shabby
But I learned it from daddy, you can’t get preggo, if you let go in her ass piece

You can touch my body, you have to sign an NDA sorry
Dad got pissed when those laptops went missing, my bad, I was getting high in the lobby
He’s got enough problems already, with Ukraine, China and that last guy especially
I’m next in line if they let me, wait, another line? Oooo, tempting!

This all rides on Tom Hanks. Let’s be honest, if Tom Hanks pulls through
We are gonna be so stoked. It’s all riding on Tom Hanks you guys. 
If anything happens to Tom Hanks, fuck, that’s shit’s over dude, 
I’m just gonna be like, “click, click” on my roof. Bye.

You can touch my body, just don’t tell nobody
You can touch my body, then get the fuck off me
You can touch my body, long as you want my body 
And if I like your body, they won’t find your body.

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from Deep State Pizza Party, track released February 12, 2021 
Written, produced, mixed and mastered by J-Toth from Hoth at The Cooler 4.0 in St. Louis, MO for  www.TheFrozenFoodSection.com

Fake

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Been running the show like Leave it to the Beaver
Muloch dogging hoes with those golden retrievers
Adrenochrome addicts, panatics, human meat eaters
Crimes against all by Oz, the greatest of deceivers

Good grief, these weepers retrieve their meat cleavers
Street sweepers cutting down demons like grim reapers
Any great idol needs to conceive believers, so
They concede to sleep for the sake of the dream weaver

Ignorance is, a great pain reliever, and
Just because I'm OCD, doesn't mean I'm neater
Devil's advocate, doesn't mean I'm neither
Teacher turned terrorist, depending upon the narrative reader

Stay woke, don't take the ether
But, if they wanna sleep, don't wake the sleeper
Both wings are attached to the same beaker
Better call Saul, Mr. Kaplan or some other cleaner

Hey! And take that bass out your tweeter
Catch a face beater, youTuberculosis your favorite speaker
Watch 'em get banned for blowing your man's Peter
Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, Paul and all their Ring'o leaders

They all think we're a bunch of mouth breathers
We know the house wins, when they're loud and proud cheaters
They've been at it since about around Easter, when a
Beaster of a boss, thought he kicked God's keister

Propaganda dear brethren, ask your preacher
Just not the jesuit kind, they're receivers
Give the truth, for you to see the great revealer
You and I are one with the maker, let's meet her

Come here, I got a great idear
Let's forget about all this bullshit we hear
It's fake, cheer! All these leers and jeers were engineered to
Increase fear intake. Wait! Don't go swimming there

Too many sharks, narcs, larps and attention seekers
Directed by Hollywood tech and their overseers
I believe we're done here, ya hear? It's
Fake, like what fills your mate's silicon valley brazier

Oh dear. Oh dear. Dear, oh dear, oh dear.

Fake, fake, fake, fake
Fake, fake, fake, fake
Fake, fake, fake, fake
Fake, fake, fake, fake

I'm shocked, how many times did they do this?
All the time. All the time!
They've all been fakn.
I'm sure they're not.
Maybe Karen is fakn.

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from Deep State Pizza Party, track released June 10, 2021 
Produced by Ace Ha. 

Written, mixed and mastered by J-Toth from Hoth at The Cooler 4.0 in St. Louis, MO for  www.TheFrozenFoodSection.com 

MASKED IDOL feat. DFLO and R5T2

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DJ DP, DJ DP!
Pipe down R5
Double penetration, come on man
You got it Toth, here we go

Action, scene, James Blonde crossed with
James Dream, one ship, two revenue streams
Pirates chase booty, obviously dead bent
From Lady Di, to Madonna, to Miss Joan Jett
She let us fly by regardless of the age difference
A man's mission, before he has to transition
Not into trans unless they transform or make good
Transmissions, like Toyota makes good ambulances
It makes me wonder about this whole crazy blunder
How'd I miss their fake cover story like a blade runner
Ignorance is bliss, must be nice sucker
To be on edge and ice like an ice trucker
Speaking of which, wtf is up
With you peasants on the right and the left
Working this hard at this age makes little sense
Unless, I take it and use it to fake my death

Dflo, I rip my name from out the grave
Villan transitioned, so who's left to save our culture
That we love and refuse to cancel
Rap vulture turned dove, you know I'm a handful
Y'all slipping, working, government checks
Kickflipping, twerking, a pain up in the neck
Toth got the gin, juice got me flying
I want you to win, there's no use in trying
Are we done yet, I'm getting dust on my shoulder
I don't bet yo, you're making my kids get older
Time to go, scoot, flames I retard
I never worked this hard
Gimme the boot, gimme free loot, hands up don't shoot
And don't forget a credit card
I need a break from the beat cause the beat broke me
Where's the off switch, make a wish
It's for your safety

Oh shi** I'm hit, I'm going down
Eject, eject, going to ground
Pop anti-air flares, shoot down the rope
Leave 'em dazed and confused in a cloud of smoke

Invisible threat, music or the virus
Either way, it's here on papyrus
Tune it all out, mind your business
Work on mental fitness, it won't all fit in this

Hey kids, it's Harold and Kumar
When shit hits the fan, and everything's fubar
Find u by a river, even if you gotta crawl
Sink and submarine with a bamboo straw

Space Force called, I really gotta go
Race horse stalled, is it a philly, I don't know
Chase morse code willy-nilly, hell no
It's all planned totally little bro

Yo, aka JFK Jr., who is John Galt
James Files, secrets like a bank vault
Super soldier, dna strain dominant
Group 40 high-fivers, deep state divers

I'm much hyper with the face diaper
Like a faceless cyper, see the sniper, pay the piper

He won player, it's unfair, but you should've checked
One's lair, see what he done there

The old fake your own death trick
Come on R5
I've seen it a million times Johnson
A sith showed me this flow
You'll get used to it
Shout out to Spaceman Jones and the Motherships

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from Deep State Pizza Party, track released October 31, 2021 
Written by JToth and Dflo. Scratches by DJ DP. Produced, mixed and mastered by JToth for Frozen Food Music [ASCAP] at the Cooler 4.0 in St. Louis, Missouri.

VICKMONT films release: Ace Toth - Cooler BnB

Cool Airbnb, the only way to fly Boarding, recording, beers and getting high You can skate the city, or stay here and ride Please be respectful, when you get out a line, cuz When you're outta line, you may be outta time, that's Why we got a waiver, and you gotta sign, we're All here to skate, not to see somebody die, and If you break, it's your fault, not mine Cool Airbnb, hit us on the run Boarding, recording, beers and getting dumb Bowls in the backyard, gaps in the front, a Drop from the balcony, don't bite your tongue Slash the jersey barrier, like a masked punk Bomb down the alley, but watch out for the drunk, cuz If you hit a bum, the cops are going to come, and If the cops come, they may say some'n Cool Airbnb, it's how we like to live Boarding, recording, beers and getting blitzed Stay in St Louis, bring your girl, bring the kids Pay up to wake up and skate, you got dibs If you got the money, I got the diggs Mi casa es su casa, it's your crib, a Cupboard full of roofer and some beer in the fridge, a Yard full of concrete, hope you brought your rig Cool Airbnb, as if it's not enough Boarding, recording, beers and hitting blunts Respect all guests, but be careful who you trust Some pull fast ones, others pull stunts, I Had to pull permits to set this all up, my Neighbors signed off, so I took 'em out to lunch, I Went and found fill, about twenty-five tons, and Twenty-five masons to get the job done https://jonathantothfromhoth.bandcamp.com/album/cooler-bnb

Chapter 50

[CONFERENCE CALL - January 20, 2021 at 6am EST] 

Trump: You’re finished Joe! 

Joe: You’re full of shit Don. 

Trump: We have you and your son fucking Ukraine, royally. You didn’t wipe anything. ANYTHING. 

Joe: Oh yeah.

Trump: You helped Hillary with the Uranium. You did. 

Joe: Oh yeah.

Trump: You allowed voter fraud Joe. Yes you. Joe Biden was complicit in fucking America out of their choice. I’m talking to you Joe. 

Joe: Oh yeah.

Trump: You fucked kids on Epstein’s island. We have videos… 

Joe: …oh yeah. 

Trump: You have one option Joe… OK, JOE?

Joe: Ok... 

Trump: I will abdicate the throne to you. Just you, based upon one circumstance. 

Joe: Ok... 

Trump: You WILL pay me 1% US GDP per year that your “admin” exists. 

Joe: Ok... 

Trump: Really? OK? 

Joe:… 

Trump: Do you math Joe? 

Joe:… 

Trump:… 

Joe:… 

Trump: (looks at surrounding military tribunal) Joe? 

Joe: Yeah. 

Trump: It’s done. 

Joe: Yeah. 

Trump: Do you understand? 

Joe: Oh yeah. 

Trump: You get to be president, IF and ONLY IF, you funnel 1% of the US GNP to me, per annum. 

Joe: Yeah. 

Trump: Do you understand? 

Joe: Oh yeah. 

Trump: You understand, because of your treason to our beloved country and thirst for the blood of children, I am taking 1% of your claim? 

Joe: Yeah. 

Trump: You understand, because of the alliances you have made, with warlords, with Satanists, with Ba’al, with the devil himself, you have no other option other than to accept the will of Christians who actually safeguard our citizens? 

Joe: Oh yeah. 

Trump: You will comply? 

Joe: I will. I do. 

Trump:… 

Joe: Can I go now sir? 

Trump: Sure brother. Go with God. 

Joe: Oh yeah.

Chapter 49

“You put ankle bracelets on all of them?” The president was getting his hair did. Annoying, but necessary. He felt like a chick, but whatevs. Showbiz is showbiz. “Are you telling me Pelosi is wearing a tracking device, right now?"

His generals were all smiles. One of them answered, “Everyone caught in the Epstein honey trap or the Wuhan tainted adrenochrome sting is wearing one.”

“John Legend’s wife too? Was she really pregnant or did they sacrifice someone else’s baby on the 1st of October?”

“The less you know, the better Mr. President,” another general added.

“Even Alec Baldwin? That prick. I hope he thinks about that ankle bracelet every time he plays me.”

“Even Balwdin,” the first general conceded, “but please sir, plausible deniability still applies here, so…”

“God Damn it feels good to be a gangster!” The president was still zinging from his COVID treatment and a Vitamin b12 shot. “I feel as good as I did on the day Bush senior died. Did you see their faces when we handed out those envelopes? Jeb and W were hilarious. They looked like scared kids! Those cocksuckers…Hillary will burn in hell too…”

“Sir,” the second general continued, “there has been little activity of those braceleted as far as their contacts. They’ve been warned not to participate in their monthly ceremonies.”

“So, they still happen? We didn’t halt their observance?”

The generals looked chagrined, “we have disrupted their usual means of communication, so they are severely hindered and those unaccounted for have had to scatter into the winds. The low level minions are spilling the beans, but the higher ups are still in the shadows.”

“Right, right… the ‘you wouldn’t even know their names’ people.” The president seemed caught up in memories. He paused and continued. “I was so pissed when I saw Eminem and Pharrell on that list.”

“Please consider some of them are assets like yourself, sir.” The first general oozed with admiration for the president. “We are so fortunate to be alive right now.”

“You had more insiders at Epstein’s? Ha! What a tool. I dodged a bullet partying with that asshole. How many agents did you have up in there?”

“Less is more sir,” The second general persisted, “let’s continue with the briefing.” “Right, right, so what’s next?” the president asked.

A third general stepped up, “we need to focus on the election.”

“Do we win?” the president asked.

“If we don’t, this all gets put on hold. Biden will take naps, the Clintons will be back in force and the Bushes will pull the plugs on every part of this operation they can,” the general paused, “then they will come after you.”

“LOL,” the president said, literally, “let ‘em try! This train ain’t stopping anytime soon.”

“It is imperative that we win the election, or all of our work is in jeopardy and you will be targeted by the USG.”

“So, do we win?” the president asked again.

“We do,” the general stated, “and we have several options on how that happens.”