["patients aren't allowed in the nurses' station!"]
It’s like one flew over the cuckoo’s nest
I just fondue’d a few cocks, who’s next?
So call me naughty nurse ratched
Cuz i’m fucking batshit
I throw an STD + you catch it
I hover above hell with a hatchet
You sit on eggs for months, but can’t hatch shit
From this prime vantage point
I see all the bandaged joints
You go vestigial + vanish as i self-anoint
Venerated as both vixen + villain
Underfeeding + overpilling
Til both the coffins + coffers are overfilling
I inflict injury
Don’t perform surgery
This is called performance art
Bodies taken apart, served a la carte
I take action like vienna in the 60s
Theatre of orgies: hermann nitsch + me
Medicinal medusa meddles in your medula
Fuck HIPAA hack your hips to a perma-hula
You’re no perseus pursed lips pistol purse holster hip
Gorgon gorging on gore with a gruesome grip
Meet me at the very end: red cross final boss
Ribs out like an open-heart on 90s kate moss
Take the loss, take this pill with my secret sauce
Drug empire, i got leeway like freeway rick ross
Maim organic mainframes
With mutagens in the main veins
Fuckkkk, these vain males get mundane
Snakes rattle in sacks, i’m that bitch battleaxe
On my scalpel saddle sucking down these cattle scraps
Power corrupts call me caligula
As i flay flesh + fractalize fibulas
Then pump you with enough medicine to melt your melanin
Got the holes gaped wide enough to fit a whole ripe melon in
I’m carrying contagion i’m culling contusions
Cunt oozing during botched blood transfusions
Licking sawed-off limbs flicking the soiled syringe
Watch me undressed undulating + unhinged
Now open up the orifice or i’ll fist
+ leave your dermis one huge cicatrix
I’m sick of these tricks + their tiny dicks
From the ICU straight to the river styx
I go deep down in the depths to dissect
Die in my sect they die from the sex
I got the 4 horsemen in forceps at my fortress
Succumb to the sickness suck cum from the witless
My retinue got retinas removed, leave no eyewitness
Clairvoyant meat cleaver clara barton
Red in the milkman’s carton
Legs parting to cerberus barking
You’re deserted, distended and disheartened
[no Chorus it’s a gore blitz]
Wield the caduceus clad in douches
Turn social butterflies into recluses
Noxious notions turn to nooses
No truces with bodies’ vital juices
Smarterchild: you’re just a bot to me
Lasers out for the lobotomy
Made you a vegetable so this is botany
My spawn’s seen scenes that can’t be forgotten
Four rotten misbegotten beggars on white cotton
On ER cots and all your blood’s clotting
Heart rate dropping toxic waste mopping
Estuaries of estrogen defibrillating denizen
Select specs for specimens [the most special men]
Petrified, their parts pretzeling
I spurn pomp + circumstance
Choose to pump + circumcise
Truth or dare, square the circle as he dies
Got tantric tastes, i’m a triage tyrant
Splay legs, reveal a tetanus trident
Let’s take the trauma somewhere private
I’ll drive it you can’t describe it
Got these clients spurtin like summertime harlem hydrants
I’m red in tooth + claw
Doomed you to eat thru a straw
You lack the wherewithal to cope with this withdrawal
I ventilate varicose veins
+ braid bellicose brains
Caress the comatose + run midnight trains
You’re blatantly bedridden
Time to seek: your head’s hidden
Turn a trick: no tourniquet
Turn this kit from first aid to burn-a-witch
And i’ll build-a-bitch from your spare bits
Cuz you just had to [fucking] stare at my tits
Lethal injection: illegal intention
Voracious venus in furs
It’s an intravenous intervention
I’m an expert tease
And my expertise is medical
Now all that’s left of the dead is a trickle
["now calm down! the best thing we can do is go on with our daily routine!"]