I'm gonna give it to you
dance party at six million degrees,
when you turn to dust it's so erotic, it's not your vanity;
Quadaffi chic just comes so naturally
gulags get so boring on the weekends,
so take your fluorides and your idi amin chic.
(those neutrons rip the sweat right from your pores.)
just wait until you hear out 100 year plan and you'll change your stoic little minds
(time to utilize the chloroform and the iodine)
but captain mandrake can see through all that fun
but he can catch that groove in genocide
but he can shake his hips to genocide
bring your legions to the trenches
bring your lesions to the weekend.
That chic is nothing but a rapist
and that's not the sun.
your thoughts are like the kiss of an h-bomb.