[Verse 1] It's the atom splitting novelist The sub-level anatomical omnipotent, circle squared nautilus Al-Aqsa Martyr Brigade, you don't want us to roll out the red carpet It won't be no pretty dress up night at the Oscars Señor Kingspitter Habanero, Mr. Scotch Bonnet With the audacity of a pit bull humping a hippopotamus In a century of self Freudian's cousin spittin' ad nauseam 365 days of PR, 120 days of Sodom 60 ways to privatize, 50 ways to Gaddafi 'em Maritime admiralty law from the birth canal to the coffin In a rowboat, just UCC and your strawmen Black's law etymologist against the full metal alchemist Caught between the gravitational pull of two hadron magnets Ripping apart the periodic table in search of the God particle A hideous ecstasy of vindictiveness and famine Fiendishly synthesizing the human genome sequence Then smash the frequency 'till it's stuck in on this bandwidth Win the Nobel Peace Prize for painting the perfect picture of what man is Phantom menace, the latest in Orwellian cameras [Verse 2] Black roses on your casket Let you know who's a thorn in your side Even in the afterlife, post-apocalyte Death by a thousand paper cuts, night of the long knives Where life is cheaper than a dollar store sale at half price Fukushima rap thyroid need potassium iodine Snow bunnies turn lime green, Nigerian Snow White Just because you lead a just life and been thoroughly Romanized Through a false sense of reasoning developed a sense of morality out of a lie You've been tricked like a frontside heel flip to nose grind It's the good Shepherd and his flock of sheep In the name of liberty and freedom battling under the Cross of Constantine In George Lucas surround anamorphic widescreen Closed captioned so even the deaf can scream On the way to the slaughter house to make a fresh batch of Soylent Green wafers Butcher's apron a pound of flesh for the payment Black pyramid, blued eyed sphinx out in Vegas Top gear, Lion head, I ain't no idle threat Do zero to sixty instantly, catch giraffe neck Welcome to the same damn circus, different clown men
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