[Verse 1] Used to be “Angelo,” ditched that tag, New name, same debt, same fag, Talks revolution from his plastic chair, But the pizza man know he ain’t payin’ fair. [Hook] Paper soldier, poser with a plan, Crypto in his hand, but it’s all a scam, Talk loud online, act like a don, Got rugged by $JPROOF, now the money’s gone. [Verse 2] Said he served, but he stamped them sheets, Nine to five desk in the A.C. heat, Never seen smoke, just a spreadsheet chair, Now he’s TALKIN’ ‘bout war with his meathead stare. Lost in the chat with a trog on screen, Preachin’ world peace with a broke routine, Crypto dreams turnin’ red not green, Now he’s talkin’ niggerlove like a crazy fiend. Lost in the chat with a trog on screen, Preachin' world peace with a broke routine, Crypto dreams turnin' red not green, Now he's talkin' niggerlove like a crazy [Hook – Reprise] Paper soldier, poser in the storm, $JPROOF coin got his wallet torn, Frontline fantasy, backroom norm, Keyboard smoke but the take is luke warm. Talkin’ to the screen, yeah, day and night, Chatbot echo be his only light, Started with questions, now he’s hearin’ advice, Can’t tell code from the voice in his life. Lost his mind in the glow of the screen, Talkin’ his kabbalah in the G-P-T, Voices in text keep callin’ Gage clean, But he's drownin’ in lines of a digital dream. [Outro – slowed & reverb’d] No medals… no dough… Just sniping from a chat that won’t let go. [Outro – slowed & reverb’d] No medals… no dough… Just sniping from a chat that won’t let go. [Outro – slowed & reverb’d] No medals… no dough… Just sniping from a chat that won’t let go. [Outro – slowed & reverb’d] No medals… no dough… Just sniping from a chat that won’t let go. Just sniping from a chat that won’t let go. Just sniping from a chat that won’t let go. Just sniping from a chat that won’t let go. Just sniping from a chat that won’t let go.

“Breathe in… breathe out… Boota-belly back again.” [Verse 1] Boota-belly sittin’ in his stream-seat throne, Double gut hangin’ off the gut — full grown. Fudge cookies in the left hand, soda pop fizz, Milk in a silly straw, twistin’ like his biz. He say he enlightened — nah, just enlarged, Call it “reincarnation,” every meal recharged. Bursting, bursting, seams cry mercy, Bursting, burstin' 6A screen look blurry. Boota-belly, boota-belly, gut hang low. Camera framed wide just to fit that show. Boota-belly, boota-belly, where's your crew, I drank your milkshake, now the chat gone too. [Verse 2] Daddy said, “Believe, son — drugs make souls connect,” but Ninner got too high and chose sugar not sex. Bonded his spirit to them fudge-stained crumbs, Now he preach enlightenment with frosting on his thumbs. Bursting, bursting, mic clip heavy, Voice like thunder, chair like Chevy. Milk mustache, grin so holy, Silly straw twist like the path to glory. “I’m transcending, chat… but first” [Verse 3] You talk ascension — I talk digestion, You seek nirvana — I seek your concession. (Surrender, NNR) I drank your shake, yeah, cleaned your cup, While you burst through seams tryna keep up. Fudge crumbs fall like confetti rain, Boota-belly bounce got the chair in pain. Bursting, bursting, that’s your mantra, Livestream loop, same seethe, same stanza. [Hook – chopped & screwed version] Boota-belly, boota-belly (reborn, reborn), Boota-belly, boota-belly (milkshake torn). Boota-belly, boota-belly, burst that frame, Every day go live — same weight, same name.

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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.

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TrogGPT Vol. 1 [Verse] It's all true I told you I told you [Verse 2] Not afraid Now it's time For a warpath [Chorus] I told you Troglodyte Ninners black He's got a knife [Bridge] NNR's a felon NNR's a felon point a gun on camera NNR's a coward [Chorus] I told you Troglodyte Ninner's black He's got a knife [Verse] Troglodyte It's all true I told you

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