G GANG - DISCOGAPHY

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edited by 8BigMatt88 [Intro – Cold Open] The Today Show was live, White hat, tight grin Reading lines but Niggers beamed in And Logos stepped up, turned his screen on Broke from the script, and was reading Mein Kompf Daytime TV caught the crossfire blast Fried circuits, flickered, then silenced fast Left for dead in the timeslot wars But the audience was begging for more [Chorus] Dancing with the CIA They'll come for your family, too Dancing with the CIA Someone whispered, “It can't be true...” [Verse 1 – The Burnout Years] Niggers said: “He’s done this year” Audience scrolled past with a sideways sneer Canceled, banned, memory-holed But Tonitrus threw ketchup to bless a new role In that ground beef stream, after the glare The Trogs found Daytime and The Today Show there. Still bloodied, bruised but loud enough— Said: “The story’s not done. We get tough.” [Chorus] Dancing with the CIA Truth rebooted in louder tones Dancing with the CIA Now we broadcast on our own [Verse 2 – The Return Broadcast] Hijacked signal from GTV's line The Today Show breaks the clouds with new shine Trogs in formation and marching to light while Flood is drowned with his meth teeth and lies Warren and Emily are grooming kids While H.T. points his gun at children Gahary gasps for air and hides brown skin Refusing to accept that he's the villain But Trogs all grin through the haze and code They know the full history of Rome They sing on-key—and speak the truth That Christ is King, and Heaven was promised to You. [Chorus] Dancing with the CIA Every beat’s a baited trap Dancing with the CIA 'Til the dancefloor starts to snap [Bridge – Showdown at the Feedline] Emily weeps. H.T. lies. Gahary's brown not White, my guy But Logos reappears with Stew and Mark And says: “The Red Skull loves the skin that's dark!” [Final Refrain – Chorus] Dancing with the CIA Trogs still dance, but they know the game Dancing with the CIA The fight's not over, not today Dancing with the CIA Daytime TV waves goodbye— “Tuba out, have a good night.” Dancing with the CIA Still dancing… Still alive.

a song about the 300 Troglodytes

Total Trog Victory

Another diss track for all the Trogs to enjoy. Keep laughing at em. Keep trogging on em.