Sci-Fi - Intellectual

[Intro: Henry Frankenstein (Colin Clive)]

Here's Johnny!

Quite a good scene, isn't it? One man, crazy - three very sane spectators!

[Verse 1: Lord Goat]

Yo! Yo!

Pints of lean got fiends itchin', lookin' like Jada Pinkett

Young LaVey, black robe, don't have to kill 'cause I think it

Brillo pads for blood stains and a trinket

Christy Canyon bitches I'm pimpin' with their top down on the way to Winston

Lugers rippin', I'm trippin', stomach like stove top stuffing

Closed top casket with your makeup runnin', straight for the oven

Movin' like the processed coke, throwin' bullets in throats

In a zoot suit covered down, smothered in cloaks

I started off with shotties and medallions likе Ralphus

But I came back harder, bundled еight keys in the couches

Mortgage from the kitchen, Ray snitched a couple ounces

Papi never asked for interest, he kept a closet filled

Feel it in the blood on my hatchet taped to a dollar bill

This is carvin' the music, back of a Bonneville

Chop you up with no limits, be reppin' like it's Time to Build

Tuddy with the chicken parm, conquer cops to kill

[Chorus: Eto, Lord Goat, & Novatore]

Niggas ain't militant, it's just been a bit

Since they got into shit, life is still a bitch, dawg

I smell the red up in the kitchen

Stephen King, Grave Shift, trust the intuition

Things I don't tolerate (Don't play with that!)

Get them fixed once the honor breaks (You know, how that cookie crumbles)

Leave 'em lyin' near attrition

Eyes gouged, body horror like it's science fiction

[Verse 2: Novatore]

My mind is wildin' like I'm Seth Brundle

My product's got a fiend schemin' like a bundle

I'm Doc Brown up in the streets chasin' gigawatts

My rate of pay increases, I'll fill my pockets with bigger knots (Gimme that shit!)

Uhh! I play the villain when I'm livid, this is science fiction rap, attack the mind 'cause I'm real vivid

And I know the struggle's real 'cause I still live it

I'm ill wicked, I will turn this skill into a meal ticket

Y'all don't deserve to get a verse from me

If y'all deserted when you heard defeat, my service needs to be taken back

Those who haven't heard of me deserve a slash

I ain't talkin' 'bout a verdict when referrin' to this murder rap

This the invention of the century, don't mention me amongst the best like Josef in The Centipede

It doesn't matter, just fulfilling who I'm meant to be

A life of crime, the king will lock me in a penitentiary