(We are going to become one with God. We are going to have almost as much knowledge and almost as much power as God. Cloning and the reprogramming of DNA is the first serious step in becoming one with God.) [quote from Richard Seed]

"As the ?? I absorb these tense lights. Fly killer I am. I just fly kicks without wings, I absorb their soul."

I'm hallucinogenic, ethical stimulant
Dope-sick nauseous, morphine drone tranquilizer horse mix
Black tar magician, opiate dissolve dilaudid
My soul trying to punch through goose flesh but I fought it
Synthetic android, undoored like taking dog piss
Going thru withdrawals, I hung up like pork ribs
Split from my corpses, I stab my monosynaptic twin, getting off concordant
PsychCorp limbo, gravity room orbit
Lead belly aortic, devil in the mirror
My relection's got horns of an oryx
Raps fall off reported
Rap's become a phone-booth pact with cross gender, fake punk rebellion, Mummers' masquerading, fabricated rawness, I saw it
Palpitating chest pain, dizziness, paralysis absorbing
That's why I want to die peacefully after this next one's recorded
Oh life's also one thing stupid and chuck full of boredom
Once I go dormant, it's off to post-mortem
Hello loved ones, sorry for your loss, at least I warned them
My fan base aphobic, melancholic, poster of coke whores and sore lips
I got unleashed from a goner, cordless
Like some biochemical octopus sorting cloned fetuses in jars in some factory farm raising
Orifice of the sacred cannibal cow, beef eating gas plant hysteria dungeon prince
Rabbit punch rejective art, I'm not for the public's bliss
Intense care pain, repugnant blitz
Pound of flesh for blood money
Hit conference hall reptile republicans

And not even the new underground trends can shut this bastard up
From the self worship, Pangalactic Gargleblaster slug
Deriving bathtub hooch, no chaser will make it past the tongue
Groupies stick your asses up
Demons and angels, Jesus is gay
Saints and sinners, my fan's hippy communes
Testing electric Kool-aid lakes and rivers
Radioactive rodent in the basement killer
The shock and awe jaw dropper, your face will freeze like ancient winter
Mountain refuge (yeah), when the alunum comes
This new movement sucks
I chose to use paper like yours, but the ink is a human blood
Fuck your computer buzz
They think pink emo tight jeans is future grunge, I puke it up
But NYC fumes from slums, pollution fuel the lungs
I'll beat you to death with your diamond belt buckle jewel with stunts
Til your vomiting stool and chunks
These bacterial belladonnas get herded into flocks at shows and used as mules for drugs
Blindfold, sick filed flesh lines get disemboweled, binded Billy Towel tightrope
Rung out, drunk with energy I recite flows, my human garment's tight yo
Stomach lining soaked through under white robe
On stage melting, I'm the black guitar man under white strobes
Skull fucking a virgin ??, albino
I look at her death row with the mic
Walrus came right bareback under white rhino
I count flows, lines spit at you, drug abuse, journalism with typos
I don't bite though, bitten by Xerox orgy overnight, drone flakes
They're on to you when the phone rings
Cyphers is more like fairies dancing in shroom ovals
My prudence stone rings
I hear supernatural agencies crowned with a sheep's head
Skinned, brush throat and gold paint
The goat king under the mountain
Colorless I drop DDT from probed wings into night shade
Deepthroat their stiffen bone sling
Spurting back atropine, ultra virus, this is the way us trolls stay
I sit in a center of pentacles chalked in basements
Penstick six spin, pentasticks from a pagan
Anti-Pentecostal agent
Basilisk sponge bathed in blood
Tubs of oxides fizzle flesh, souls baptized in barbital bases
Boil intestines form up peptidases
Deep peptic fumes erased from hog belly gastrics, dissolve entrails
I fight the establishment from a mountain commune
Adamant, passionate, anti-modernized, anarchic activist
Paper link battleship
Human head trip sitting on crystal palace steps
I don't mind like this for shock and awe
Applause, I kill Faust and ask the devil permission to marry death
Ever since I seen my termination date, appearing storm clouds passing and I haven't slept
I can't wait to leave this planet next like Spacey in K-PAX from a hospital
Before I leave I'm giving all 600 hidden tracks to 'Deck
Do something with them, and if you get my loot, use cash for bashed sets
Make sure not to expose them to water til they manifest
And melt the skin from your skeleton like hydrochloric acid bad explosion accidents