Maintain distance, deranged mystic
my brains different...
you ain't with it
I slay writtens and break physics
obey this shit
my lang's twisted
I'm strange with it
my fangs drip with
quark flavoured stranglets
with strange quark matter shooting out of my anus
no one comprehends the shit that I say, bitch
maybe if I spit simplified statements
and tried to epitomize gayness
I'd be gettin' my payment
maybe then I'd be famous
just for being a lame twit
like Logan and Jake is
Instead I sit in the basement
while faggots get rich just for spitting so basic
and this ain't entertainment
I wanna see a mainstream artist with their brains on the pavement
for all the rappers that spit flames and don't make it
I'm sick of this fake shit
I like to drink bleach, and I like to eat lasents
but blood is my favorite

I surf gamma waves through the black void
on an asteroid
and serve bitch ass boys
with that noise
I play with organs like cat toys
and act poised
as my raps attack loins
and rip nutsacks off the groin
don't make me mad, avoid
it, cause' when my wrath's deployed
everything in my path's destroyed
and I ain't even half annoyed

I fuck like a spazmatic
crack addict
jack rabbit
I laugh at a fat faggot
and blast gat at
his ass flabbage
I rap savage
and gas cabbage
till' I'm asthmatic and
stab abdomens
Till' I can see what you ate like you have glass cabinets
I cast average
humans into vats of black acid
I crap classic
lyrics, I shat massive
raps that attract maggots
then enter a photon race and finish their laps fastest