You’ve permafried your brain.
Son, you’re insane.
You don’t even have the intelligence
To make a hamburger plain.
I’m making mad cash b***h
Get out the fast lane.
Long ago I hooked an I.V.
To the money tree
That’s all I’m ever going to be
When I go out all I see
I how you’re going to service me.
Botchelism in your face
The future of the human race.
Can we please hurry up and get to space?
I can’t spend time with Frankenface.
It’s time to pry open your third eye.
Will man wake before he dies?
I’m going to put psychedelics in the water supply.