Everybody wanna do they SHIT

Everybody wanna do they shit But, they look around ya And if they feel your brains R quit Everybody wanna do them shit Crazy idea if U want 2 But must let the fellas keepin' cool, tho Don't get too messy with the news in your face It's all planned Designed Programmed Manipulated with hassy, we're going 2 the space 2 plant shitflowers and do the trump dance Serve the rice gods and killing in the name of the superdunastymetatron of tantrum science Everybody wanna do they shit But, they look around ya And if they feel your brains are quit Everybody wanna do them shit Crazy idea if U want 2 But must let the fellas keepin' cool, tho Don't expect support from an eggshell Must be wrong in a 4 ways Everybody wanna speak about truth, and they fell Cause the cheat is inside on all brains Cause and effect, who the hell cares The sun is close to burn us And we don't have so many time If all we have to eat is grime Don't be a motherfucker and spread the fuss Everybody wanna do they shit But, they look around ya And if they feel your brains are quit Everybody wanna do them shit Crazy idea if U want 2 But must let the fellas keepin' cool, tho Once upon a time... Giant, funky-looking men spied on him from distant mountains, their mouths gaping open with bleeding gums and neo-vintage video game controllers instead of sharp teeth. Then the scene shifted 2 a wrestling ring in the middle of the desert where masked figures held hypodermic syringes and argued about chemical formulas using mass numbers. They threw square roots and solid isotopes in three dimensions, wore white coats with their buttocks exposed, and the winner shouted "PENTAQUARK!" after the 1-2-3. Then, one of his fellow travelerstourists grabbed him by the chest and ripped out his heart. Now that was a bad trip.