[Intro]
Me and Zbigniew, sittin' in an igloo
Sippin' shark's fin soup, bring the king through
[Refrain]
Fully articulated, skeletal non-human remains
It's obvious I make music in a cave
Fully articulated, skeletal non-human remains
It's obvious I make music in a cave
Fully articulated, skeletal non-human remains
It's obvious I make music in a cave
[Chorus]
Hardware interprets software
My case, I am the hardware
I do it by hand like lawn care
Kevlar polymer gear
Put ninety-eight rounds in the air
Then bust ninety-nine bottles of beer
[Verse 1]
I drove to Bohemian Grove
Where Alfred Hitchcock filmed The Birds slightly off the side of the road
I was inflicted with the microphone fever
By an ominous creature that said I was chosen because of my ether
My poetry scrolls was stolen, flown by U-boat drone
To an underwater post off the coast of Micronesia
Woke up lost with no PLOO, my blood flowin' through tubes
My breathing apparatus removed
Before a dark figure walked in the room
With a glass of apple juice, thought it might be urine, so I refused
They put me in a wheelchair, pushed me down the hallway
Nurse had a fat ass and light brown doll face
They assign negative Nelly and morbid Mary
To give me lap dance with Leslie, she smelled like cherries
They fed me lemons and strawberries
They telepathically asked me if I was happy and ready, I said, "Very"
I heard the sound of music playin' through surround sound acoustics
They wheeled me into a room with Mila Kunis
But this was all an illusion, tryin' to extract information to use it
I'm lookin' ten thousand years in the future
Me and Zbigniew, sittin' in an igloo
Sippin' shark's fin soup, bring the king through
[Refrain]
Fully articulated, skeletal non-human remains
It's obvious I make music in a cave
Fully articulated, skeletal non-human remains
It's obvious I make music in a cave
Fully articulated, skeletal non-human remains
It's obvious I make music in a cave
[Chorus]
Hardware interprets software
My case, I am the hardware
I do it by hand like lawn care
Kevlar polymer gear
Put ninety-eight rounds in the air
Then bust ninety-nine bottles of beer
[Verse 1]
I drove to Bohemian Grove
Where Alfred Hitchcock filmed The Birds slightly off the side of the road
I was inflicted with the microphone fever
By an ominous creature that said I was chosen because of my ether
My poetry scrolls was stolen, flown by U-boat drone
To an underwater post off the coast of Micronesia
Woke up lost with no PLOO, my blood flowin' through tubes
My breathing apparatus removed
Before a dark figure walked in the room
With a glass of apple juice, thought it might be urine, so I refused
They put me in a wheelchair, pushed me down the hallway
Nurse had a fat ass and light brown doll face
They assign negative Nelly and morbid Mary
To give me lap dance with Leslie, she smelled like cherries
They fed me lemons and strawberries
They telepathically asked me if I was happy and ready, I said, "Very"
I heard the sound of music playin' through surround sound acoustics
They wheeled me into a room with Mila Kunis
But this was all an illusion, tryin' to extract information to use it
I'm lookin' ten thousand years in the future
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