Slip Thru your Splinter Cell,
administer the Compound
no Fixation,
leave you sick with the Viral SoundCue all those up,
while I hit you all at Point Blank
Mystery Machine,
hitting heavy as a Sherman TankWhy you better chill,
when we Get Ill
Buy White Lightning,
smack The Creeps and,Leave 'em with The Chill,
hear the Rock Babies
Up in my Flight Path,
I go mad crazyFlying Serums that hit the Pac Man
who Rocks The House
take it from the top to the Pod jamUp in the Fast Lane,
the Kerbcrawler
Bleep Bleep in my brain,
I had to call herTicket to Zardoz,
up inside the Satellites
Malfunction Funktion,
Naked Lunch and luncheonUp in my Capsule,
take you to the Wormhole
Realise that you and I,
we're reaching the goal—Follow my Lifespan
Audio Cat Scan
Rags to riches
tycoon to the trash canSick Note society
Feed them The Medicine
Saturate endorphins
Swimming through my head againSpace Crisis
where astronauts have never been
Beaten like a Punch Bag
but never given inBring the rhythm in
to shake all sections
We're coming to town
It's like a ResurrectionThat's right don't need no Gasmask
Bacteria infection
The only cure is music
...and WatermelonBeware the Alien Girls
and the Serum that they're selling
They'll bring the blue and white
sniffer dogs they're already smellin'Livin in a sound maze
With numerous endings
Grow Bag for the blending
Hammerhead for the brainWith the vibe I'm sending
When I'm Taking my aim...
Taking my aim...
Taking my aim...
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