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Just for you listen, to the music

Mass Malthusian delusions

Of grandeur eucalyptic facades

It feels so soothing

Very nice to meet you, Ms. Big Booty

My name is Captain Stubing

I hope I’m not intruding

Of course, you’re still recouping

From yesterdays afternoon thing

The blow fishing and they’re rooting

Serenading and crooning

I’ve got good news

The weathers improving

And everyone’s assembling

For the debut viewing

Of my newly released

Jekyll and Hyde movie

It’s promised to be a doobie

But if you don’t feel like

Hanging out wit' the groupies

You can pop the coochie

And we watch some other Netflix movie

There was a knock on the door

And a deep voice «Por favor, señor»

While we were anchored directly offshore

He said he’s only got enough space

To show me there’s no space left

Yo, who is this fucking space cadet?

I told him these rhymes

Were designed elsewhere

Then brought to Earth

Through a stargate, yeah

I get paid to produce it

Even if you don’t listen to it

So I don’t care what you do with it

First, we must establish a baseline

If you can hear this rhyme

You’ve already interfered with time

One hour of therapy every Tuesday

In a room alone with Papa Tubay

We hold hands and pray

To the beat for root play

They help me getaway

From the black bootleg

No need to say more

Its a new day

Whoever take, you break, you pay

Far away from a Darkside moonbase

Bumping that new DJ Whoo Kid tape

Illuminate the whole modern human race

You are great, but only in a future time and place

The current test method

All by itself is a death sentence

Just listen, then I’ll answer your questions

Neon orange leaves

Japanese maple trees

If you scream, I’ll staple your knees

My muse is my lover

And there is much more to discover

The perfect poetry, the hunger

This is not fictitious

My Queen eats delicious

King Vicious on port Marion dishes

Bread and shrimp

Mixed with peppermint

Over shredded pimp

Nobodies ever had it since

Scotch bonnet pepper

On the road to Mecca

Nobodies ever told this story better

Placebo based controls

Take your soul

Erase what you know

Then put your brain back in the same skull

Music to my ears

The nightmares of ones own fears

Now imagine it’s written in layers

Sigillum Dei Signum Dei Vivi

My new system makes the old system obsolete

Frankenstein’s experiment has escaped the lab

These knuckles made of brass

Need a face to smash

The qurag is engraved on your face

On your mask, on your ass

On your feet and at the base of your hands

There’s no pit of fire in the lake, my man

Only highly flammable vapes and gas

No please, yes thanks

Just talk to me champ

They must have emptied your memory banks

Now I question your trustworthiness

You’re a dirty little subversionist

What you keep searching for, bitch?

Chronic fatigue syndrome

Google it and get the new ringtone

You ain’t grown

You shrinking homes

They call me Mazeltov Malkovich

And my hollow bones conduits

Help me get something out of it

The name of the album

Is «One Step Closer»

The sigil magic involved is sideways 'ocho'

Marco, «Polo»

Hiding from Kronos

Sunbathing in a magnetic sun

Through the ozone

A randomized control trial

You see its all about style

And whatever they talk about now

The whens, the whys, the hows

It all stays hidden in the files

That’s why it’s called a control trial

Mass Malthusian delusion

Is this an illusion set up by the illusionists?

Or is this a group of illumined ones doing this?

Or is this an advocate group with a movement

Not knowing what the movement is?

Is this complete and utter foolishness?

Or is this the pathetic, weak human in us choosing this?

We might need Judge Judy for this

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Mass Malthusian delusion

Mass Malthusian delusion

M-Eighty is the new Rick Rubin!