I'm a lucid martyr - I'm lootin newtons
from lucritive troops dressed in
molar suits built from polar ogre tooths
provin moot shit in these disputes
excuses no longer intuive
poopy sewage inuits still
shootin loopy mutants
accused of misspending expenses
on condemned clark kent shit tents
correctly collected from past tense
pant pissin misadventures
Just another usual suspect
suspended under suspicion of
dispensin condensed fluids from
the tip of my motor driven
goopy shitty stick shift trick dick
im getin physically sick from this shit
Time to move slowly over these waves
cause this wobbles gettin worse
should've been on my way
but it seems that something here is out of place
because when I awoke in this strange place
last I spoke I was sailin straight in my solar plane
head first into outer space
But much to my suprise what I last saw as splendor
smells like a meatbag's disgrace
quickly gotta find a decent disguise dispensor
but all I see is this dumpster placed
outside some form of abortion place
shit this hazardous waste seems fine
gonna show the world my sewin skills
and mine these mini children skins n spines
this child hide tracksuit gonna be
my initial line in initiating
an interplanetary blast fued