Throw on the airing siren, I'm about to pull a Carl Lewis

Two spatulas, city in one sentence I can decapitate Wallace and Plummet

And disembowel P. Diddy I'm in the Gravitron at the X

Holding a lava lamp next to Cosmic Steve Screaming, we are the world

And peeking out gummy bears on my shirt sleeve

When I step to the mic, my whole face pops open

Like that geisha text box from G.I.T.S. Part two

Rick Moran as Rtwo-D2, Lego Waffle Backpack

A gift in cash, gift in cash, mysophoric shoo-doo

Who the fuck knew that Dr. Doom got raped with a broom

During a tennis game with the hot gangsta rappers

I'm just a bamboo fingernail, rotary unit xylophone

Diaphragm suction cup disaster

Mega Maid headbutts, I'll snuffle up against

As Gargamel sorts a line off Charlotte Church's ass

I walk into the empty battle and my head slips open

Like a pen dispenser and out flew an 80 pound sea bass

Fuck you, I'll pull out your fucking eyes

And tie your optic cords together and play cat's cradle in front of your mom

It's Proteus pointing an Uzi at New York's finest

From the back of a band wearing a nylon

Blue fire sparks through my fist before I grab a mic like Battle Angel Alita

I'm making Drew Barrymore say tell her door

As I'm fucking her in front of Chirita

I'm outrunning a cheetah while jerking off and giving a finger to National Geographic

War, it's fantastic

I'm drastic and spastic and made of elastic and I'm ready to kill

I'll swim all day in a cesspool and sunbathe in a landfill

I'll eat six fluorescent light bulbs and take a shit on the roof of your car

I'll headbutt a ninja and bitch slap Pablo Escobar

I'll start doing the truffle shuffle and lining some bags for no reason whatsoever

Because I'm Kylaw Necronomicon

Zombie slut with a conch, shockwave, frog lung, clever

Ten thousand Super Nintendos meld together and form the N-1000 and start looking for Sarah Connor

I just rewired six Tachikomas with multiple copies of the cyber brain of Jeffrey Dahmer

And I'm sending them to your house equipped with every power tool known to man

Mom claimed that I did not have a cousin Owen so I hit him with a frying pan

I'm going up in hot air balloons just so I can toss bricks and livestock

I'm freaking out, hanging off the big hand of the Caligastro clock

I'm either trying to outrun Zinigata or Ted fuck Fujiko

Proteus running up the pillar doing a backflip of Amorpheus in the dojo

Fuck your scene and fuck your crowd and fuck your sloppy DNA

It's not my fault that you're dumb as a bag of hammers

While you're at your dumbass job I'm doing shots of tequila

Playing darts in the lounge of the spacecraft with the star jammers