[Intro]

Are we on? We're on? Okay. Okay
Ladies and gentlemen, a seemingly undecipherable message of unknown origins has arisen from the innermost depths of the Salacia galaxy
I intercepted it using my Sheepblotter 19 K-2, the second model released in as many years by the Sheep and Shuffle Cosmic Works Company
The Black Guard has mobilized and the citizens' unrest grows

[Verse 1]

Members of the Aaronic Scientific Society of Holy Officials Licensed by Elohim
Based out of the Settlement
Also known as A.S.S.H.O.L.E.S
Believe they may have located the transdimensional prophet foretold of in the Aaronic prophecies levied in the Book of Apocryphal Tidings
The famous book written by Snojax Neserdna, the Orange Werewolf of Bordeaux
Hello, entities that are listening or reading it’s all fusing together it seems
Like a colossal colostomy bag
That punched me in the sag of my scrotum while my dog’s dick wagged
Take this message
Take this message

[Verse 2]

Balloons of flesh are bloating
But your dead mother’s still groping
Bleeding black pee through a tube into a unicorn-shaped chicken’s pee pee named Odum
Into a trough and abound in a loop before feeding him a dose of the ultimate truth
One I’m bringing to fruition while listening
Is this a book or a manuscript, a rap or a divine inspired work of fission?
This is simply the collision of particles in a disease-ridden mind Floating outside of earth and time and diagonally driven forward by time
Whoops
Hit rewind I said that rhyme three times now
[Verse 3]

Okay, but somehow I think the entire thing is absurd but in God’s language that means it is truth
And the lie of it all is just a rube
Subliminally speaking consciousness
Stating that when I say I, I mean we you
See I’m feeling the term we is really another language’s word for me
And me is really another meaning for we
I think that matches up with M.W.I. theory
Gee Golly
Gee Golly Geez
My mind is confusing me
I think I just might be losing my grip on reality

[Verse 4]

And by we, I mean our, you’d better turn this shit off and park your car
Sit down, get a glass of water and clean your mind
Oh’p
Nope
It’s too late
I’m heading through your ear and into your spine
Your lymphatic is a river and I’m in a tube
And we’re fusing one and three
And three with two
Or even losing
Like when I fly through things
I’m breaking the rulesies of grammar
Put me in the verbal slammer
I’m not molesting, but abusing the rules of rap
Fucking sanity I’m never going back
[Outro]

What I’ve got left for brains
In truth, I lack in matter
It’s splattered over the left side of Fat Albert in 1972

Hey
Hey
Hey

You fat fuck pass the motherfuckin’ glue
Let’s sniff that shit, too
My mind’s liquidated like a real estate version of beluga spooge
The blue noodle shaped thing that holds my canoe-flavored drink
Is causing me to think these whacky things that magically hold together the strings
That hold together the twenty-three tentacled pack of 2D binary dots I see
On the computer thing from that other galaxy manifesting symbiotically-paired sets of needles