hey. you. get off my cloud
i tend to get claustrophic when im in a crowd
and that is why when i shoot it up i shoot alone
get off of my lawn or i will put two in your dome
don't tread on me, i'm a rattle snake
i got a 38 and a couple metal stakes
dracula nothin, im a chupacabra
3 odd 6 turnin quick like my chakra
dont wanna see the nexus between my solar plexus
and my head it is redder than the whole state of texas
the spokes on my hub the color of your blood
a brother of the mud where you go when i'm done
don't fight on the street i am at the shootin range sir
when dead rise to feet one bullet in the chamber
lord of bolt action, zappin norseman, thor
pull back my pistol hammer smak screaming mjollnorr


this is my theme song i wrote it this morning
i am surgeon general dont ignore my warning
i head icu, intensive care unit
i see you staring there best avert your gaze human
we'll patch up your wounds and pump your weak stomach
we're full of alcohol but we dont deal with dumb shit
if you wanna join us better have some big testicles
applications in my office im the surgeon general

don't try to come near? im on the highest tier
brain damaged as a kid and now i feel no fear
action through inaction i let you hang yourself
fuck the kkk you aint needin any help
my foresight is your kind within a fortnight fallin
my fight forthright your plight lies in forestallin
and forthwick i kick shit like taekwondo nitwit
fuck breakin bricks i eliminate pricks dick,
shit bricks raise a buildin knock it down then rebuild it
chi flow in and out then i hilt it cuz i killed it
poundin so hard you think your speakers are glitchin
handin so much ass i'm like an ass soup kitchen
destroyer deployer of 5 rings stop bitchin
no time for chattin and gigglin this man is on a mission
im top chef lick it my dick is delicious
get back to the kitchen and wash dem dirty dishes.

this is my theme song i wrote it this morning
i am surgeon general dont ignore my warning
i head icu, intensive care unit
i see you staring there best avert your gaze human
we'll patch up your wounds and pump your weak stomach
we're full of alcohol but we dont deal with dumb shit
if you wanna join us better have some big testicles
applications in my office im the surgeon general


ill die high burnin in the battlefield math
einstein fine wine turnin gold into trash
to hell with king midas i'm roamin like titus
anyone that fights us gonna die to the righteous
i'm creepin in ya village and marrying the virgins
cuttin off the penises of men i am surgeon
in you intravenous intensive care unit
i see you animals defensive fear humans
worry not we be superior species
not rollin like you piggies in the wet dirty feces
pla yit classy, i'm chillin at the theater
a little trashy interior is alligator
im a chip off the ol block rip
rest in peace to your bitch , she had some child bearin hips
hour glass figure sand fallin slowly
im the man sprinkle dust in your eyes leave u OD
family mourning pretending you were something
youhad the ball but you were all thumbs fumbling
we castrate traitors boss knows you were squirelly
try to run with my bowl, now you're more lost than hurley
end up girly, chemical retaliation
never be an optimist keep cynical imagination.