"Brain of a black cat, heart of an eel, grind them together until they congeal..."

Yo what up? Back out being social. Bad Touch, Deck. Progresso back in Brooklyn, the Tiki Village. Check this out

This is the inspire serial killer's handbook album, my solo
I scatter bodies across fresh water lake shores like rowboats
I should of named this CD Evidence
I'm so close to detaching from this planet's theater production and whole show
Hillside strangler Boston style choke-hold when I spit nobody cares
I could be like I kill people and you won't know
Welcome to the 80's again so I can blow coke
Eskimo froze like I've been living inside of a shook snow globe
Sketchy cat, fondler, steal from your house like The Borrowers
Brunette with glasses, follow her
27 and still scarf tabs
In front of a mirror on fast forward watching my face melt like Darkman

"Feet of a black cat...."

"But was it harder for weasel?"
"You're all fat all full, an eel an eel!"
"I'm not fat!"

Pick out victims from a parked van
My eyes light up like garage lamps
I'm back in it to beef with emcees and hard fans
Run up on veterans snatching military armed vans
'78 baby, the Renaissance return with hearts plans
Fuck rap associates, would've had cats promote my shit
If I didn't come late to shows coked up on opiates
Peace to Brooklyn for conventions with Soviets

"Now pour in a vial of hemlock and ale and top it all off with a black piggy's tail

"Brain of a black cat, heart of an eel, grind them together until they congeal..."

"You bet it is! It does my heart good to see a handsome lad enjoy my cooking."