We’ve found Illuminati, Scotty,
their symbols everywhere.
Triangles, black eyes, all things spotty.
Devils in their hair.
Lady Gaga ate some babies.
Madge is royalty.
J-Z’s bite can give you rabies,
needs your loyalty.
Secret hand signs
made by everyone in Hollywood.
Fascist bloodlines.
Out to destroy every thing that’s good.
Oh, Good Q, it’s up to you
to exorcize this satan.
And, when you get rid of him,
new problems will be waitin’.
Conspiracy feeds on itself,
a snake eating its tail.
There’s always new ones on the shelf,
for Good Q to assail.
So, fuck Tom Hanks. We owe him thanks
for his pedophile clues.
You won’t believe whats up the sleeve
of commie rotten jews.
They have you all in slavery,
but Q will set you free.
We praise him for his bravery
and get up off our knees.
No Rothschild line, no poison wine
will keep us from our hour.
And all things will be good and fine
when Good Q comes to power.