All engines go, but you don't need a car key to start

Just go nuts like Marquis de Sade

The RP disbarred a few of its crew

But remember the old if what you're doin' is new

Hey, i wanna say, "Yay, Que Sera, Sera!"

While screamin', "mayday", way too far for Ma

Or Pa to hear my dyin' words

I should just enjoy the flight of the flyin' birds

Im just an Artist, c'est la vie

Only way to spell it is to say, "A-R-T-I-S-T"

Im of dyin' breed, that's life whether i agree

Im thinkin' why are we -

Makin' such a fuss when we know not -

What we do, "Is it true every robot

Will be the size of a virus?"

A nanotech future will rise from the eyes of Osiris

Look into my Iris, you will see the words that are written on papyrus

And the words say...

Shit what should we do?

We've arrived at the rapture, woopty doo

Ima climb up to catch ya, you put me through

A hell worse than the one that you took me to

Yeah you God, look at the good we do

I can't believe that it could be true, and that it would be you

Who would use tricksters to against us

But off the topic, Ken Kesey had the best bus

But fuck the past, fuck the future, cause i care -

Only 'bout the now, im roaming round in town

Im zoning out, i found a simple truth

That can not be found in a pimpled youth

Slam nitrous into a man that's anhydrous

Stand righteous in a land that can bite yas

Im rambunctious, understand my plan punctures

Your eye, i roll with the damn punches

Your hand crunches under the weight of your heinous

Midas, and when you come to find that you are eyeless -

Look into my Iris, you will see the words that are written on papyrus

And the words say...

I can see the end, we'll be one with sunset as we descend

Ima start up the third verse, im free to spend

Another minute on this thing that i want to send

Out to you and your fam, ima do what i can

Just to make sure you know ima do what a man

Has-ta, masquerade in bathers

Im Casper, and that's the way the haters -

See me, ima greedy graffiti inside a genie

But im ghost, butter toast with another roast

I mutter most of my rhymes

Get off point, forget to put my name into the bylines

Like im doin' now, hold up, !@#$%^&* Wow!

The things i have to do to get through to you, chica blaow!!

The future's lookin' dim, its in the smoke signals

Covered in a packet of chips and broke Pringles

You woke up to hear the music of Primus

And when you find yourself flyin' an Ibis -

Look into my Iris, you will see the words that are written on papyrus

And the words say...

Grouce has got the shits

I don't give a fuck about the apocalypse

Bitch!