Drop dead, shove it up your flaming-gay, red **** Timothy F. Leary
as I am a conscript to the cancerous Lloyd Pye's intervention theory
Burn in hell Albert **** wart Gore my pitch fork'll stop your itchin'
As I'm versed in Earth's emanations as written by Zecharia Sitchin
Come here woman, I want money, pour a drink, stop your *******'!
Take a right before my bedroom as that'll lead you into the kitchen
The end times are upon us as the Apocalypse is certainly nearing as
there's proof authenticating Anunnaki human genetical engineering,
as the citizens must be routinely robbed just as sheep need shearing