Grasp

[Intro]:
- A truly exceptional scientist, he has a degree of intelligence that puts him about two centuries ahead of everyone else
- Why isn't he workin’ with us?
- Because he's too independent, stubborn and undisciplined, he won't accept any kind of authority, but in a situation like this he’s the only person who can do anything
- Lovely, yeah, lovely, yeah, I've got something for you, lovely, yeah, lovely, yeah...
- You turn it on, comin', turn it on, fuckin' comin'!

Yeah, yeah, thе black pirate banner wavin', yeah, man, J23, smеll the campfire, Fatal Dose, yeah, Blue Schoolbus, Red Typewriter Guild, yeah, I'm fuckin' do-less, man, no shit

[Verse]:
Fuck a stand battle (fuck), in the world of banned shadows
Hands black smoke, cigar rotes blazin’
Dumpin’ old painless, lands rattle
Chaingun, sweep your house away like a sand castle (Hahahaha!)
Another chapter, ripped king slasher flick
Tracklist is, attractive to hijackers and gun activists
It started with boredom
Three whores poured a salt circle and had a foursome
Songs ended up (what the fuck?) in gore forums
Suicides found playin' my tracks on repeat
Post mortem, first brick weed was from Fordom (Wow)
Hit the Morrison Hotel ticket bought
Doctor Gonzo holdin’ a knife, trippin' balls (Woah)
Forgot to take the Risperdal
Bodies out in the open positioned wrong
'Cause I move figures like Borishnikov
Died in '06, now strangle producers with cords
From turntables around the neck like a Tone Lōc vid
I took the tab the size of a Post-It note (Wow)
Then watch the doo-doo’s giant eye in the sky open slow
I hit up chicks, smart with the pick-ups (Hey, what's up?)
Rifkin with one in the pickup, a bit mixed up
At 6, in a 6 stuff, doin' the Ditch Dog
Faces bloated lookin' cripped up
I'm like G.E. with the town plugs
I'll have to link with skaters from CT, light ya house up
The bomb in a ink can
Kamikazes with death notes, painted on the wingspan

[Outro]:
Can you tell him to get on his bike and ride it away from this town, or I'll get him locked up, now do it