Hollow earth

Eight-hundred miles below the sun

Wake up in dreamland three days later

Naked, quivering, sucking your thumb

Area Five-Thousand One behavior modification

Listening to backwards Black Sabbath albums high on secretions from puffer fish toxins

Suspended upside down in a octagonal melting hologram

'Til the psychological makeup is clear gelatin

Hallucinating with visions of caterpillars chewing away at the neurovasculated veins in your limbs

We convert fake rappers into human computer interface

Old school vintage labs with neon cathode rays

Thousands of telekinetic candidates hypnotically triggered by word play who will cut your car's brake line and get Lee Harvey Oswald when I say

Killer synchronicity

Tune in to the sinister subliminal frequency

I spit plutonium doses of unscrupulous strategery

Capable of anything

Rotten apples with holes in them that don't fall far from the tree

Lord Strangelove magna cum laude

You heard of it?

High frequency active aural research

The acid's lysergic

Devious experiments

Kingspitter untraceable nerve shit

Terminator commander in chief down to robotic subordinates

You are now in an altered states of consciousness

A voice imprint etched into your brain will be triggered through hypnotic suggestion

Where I'm going to play several different harmonic tones

Whenever you hear these tones you will become an indestructible army-of-one

A fearless killing machine

You will do anything that I command you to

Now pull the trigger

Kill

So many brushes with death I grew iron dreads the strength of Samson

Walking through the fog of war with a broken sword and a halogen lantern

Kicking down death's door

To find Mephistopheles masturbating John Bolton the whore

The supreme lyrical version of a Buddhist monk dowsing himself with gasoline burning

A mercenary with no mercy

Who moves from point "A" to point "B" in eerie silence murderously

Leaving nothing to the imagination

No fairy-tale endings in eternal damnation

This is Cecil B

Demille in IMAX with popcorn and soda watching the birth of a nation

Where inbred psychopaths who portray themselves as original cultivators of civilization

You're stupid

Half of man's recorded history had passed before any of you savages could read or write

The origin of your most sacred esoteric science is based upon ancient Gizan geometry

That's why the square compass in the degree of a triangle is the symbol of your most powerful society

I don't come limp-wristed

I swing for the fences

This ain't Jim Crow radio

I get that attention

Like Palestinians in Jerusalem in the summertime rocking bulky trenches

My constituency make the gun purchases go up on any given day by five-percent

'Cuz ten-percent of you are parasitic leaches

The other eighty-five the truth will frighten you to death

Gods floating in a sea of faceless faces

Who prefer to walk through life anonymous and nameless

Bound together through invisible chains

Silently whispering my name

To one day have the strength to play the battle out in their minds and visualize change

Where we would murder the messenger and spit upon the king's bloody grave

Nothing worthwhile ever came easy

They've feared me from the first day of history and wrote about me in the city of Ur twenty-one-hundred years before Christ AD

From the valley of dry bones to the crusades of Christianity

The Vatican Jesuits offered me a fleet of ships full of riches and my own nation

All in the name of temptation they tried to tempt me

Because what I represent they cherish, fear, and envy, and at the same time hate

Praying for the day to sneak up behind and slit the throat of fate

You can't tempt me