I wrote Pestilence on a seven-night binge

Sleepin' in a black Laredo in front of E. B. White's crib (Facts)

I brought out the den and shot vultures

Bring a AK to the VMA's and pop culture (Bang)

It's a crack rock sculpture (Word up)

Anyone get disemboweled and sewn back up

If you want closure

Planets spin 'cause I'm walkin' in place

Coal blowin' smoke like talkin' in space

I collect skin for Hip Hoppers, Herbert Mullin's skits boxer

At the imprompt dabbin' fake guava

So much spit, I gotta wipe my face with a bib

I like when they watch me makin' this shit so I bury heads facin' the crib

Too many clones, parasites, snakes, crazy spawnin'

Put a hole in a primadonna dome that look like a baby yawnin' (Ew)

Rappers need hugs (Come on, man)

They call me slept on but I'm just over the bed like a Japanese Grudge

Pen move like the knife work of a Victorian killer

Dope like bricks from the Orient while they bore me with filler

I rap like chains around bones in the oldest prisons

I'm not claimin' I'm the best (nah), just a known religion (Right)

I got believers prayin' for a sign, hands aimin' at the sky

Blood tears mixed rain in with the cries

Observe Earth changin' with the times

Then I drop a nuke with this verse painted on the side

Lab dunkin' like a Commie mole (Commie mole), JFK head split sloppy hole

The drip fresh slit papi bowls (Fresh)

Fresh slit out the fetus

This drip fresh slit papi bowls

- Welcome to the Garden of Eden. We play God here; we create life, only trouble is some of the life we create just won’t behave

- He's a true genius, one of the few

- He keeps right on changing his genetic structure, mutate, again and again, even as it grows and matures, he's a genetic wildcat, he's totally unpredictable!