It's the master of a million words, the man of mystery Mr. Insanity, killing stupidity like chivalry Vividly paints a masterpiece, his style is zen Got cats asking to be baptized in the ink from his pen The truth is within his mental, watch it flow on instrumentals Any less is detrimental, you can't question his credentials Let him bless you with essentials, you'll be begging to hear them His lyrics are mallets that be banging on your eardrum Here come the new palladium, cracking your cranium Invading your mind's landscape, packing uranium Blasting the bastards backwards as he conquers the globe Sorry if he hurt your feelings, he's just messing with your frontal lobe Disgruntled dopes, decided only the wise will proceed Leaving the fools trapped in a vortex of Freudian dreams Watch him break and bust these teams for satisfaction There ain't no matching, his words, louder than actions It's the emperor of epitaphs The sardonic symbologist who makes the pretty vixens laugh With his sordid assortment of myths and lore Consorting with the sort of folks your moms and dads abhor Also known as the chosen one His name's known from here to the golden Sun He disposes foes with his serpent's tongue And deposes those that sit on a throne of funds A scary brother, even Jason agrees He's the creature Freddy Crugar's scared to see in his dreams So keep your closet closed kids, don't look under the bed Or else the madman will take a taste of what's inside of your head So just keep silent, little lambs Lest the solutions he seek rest in violence, little lambs Don't go thinking this is fiction, please He's a propensity for density that bends realities

They call me thought, logic, knowledge, which implies that I am power Careful at the witching hour, sweetness turning tart and sour Weakness spawns the fall of cowards, careful those who bother me I display force with no remorse to those whose acting slovenly A grain of wisdom sews the seeds of destruction Your feeble soldiers gleam the aura of this stars combustion Crush them, ask commanders, tell me how does it feel To face precision of an arrow, with the might to make Achilles heel This shit can't be real, like it's straight from a dream But who are we to question the reality of fantasy Seeing's believing, and my words may be deceiving So I paint my words in the clouds so even fools can perceive the reason Taking a prince, I'll turn him into a pauper And vice versa, I'll turn illiterates into epic authors You hear the tales of those who follow me But they can't master the quotes because they don't know what to call me They call me a mastermind, genius, the obscenest eliteness Can't withstand the vocal thunder or plunder from the uniqueness No mortal can seek to compete with The sage of the ages, more wisdom than those men that went seeking Jesus Jesus, I'm a giant amongst men Grinding their bones to make my bread, I'll put their blood in my pen The greatest scholars can't decipher all the meanings and signs Of my divine lines, that baffled even Einstein's mind On I rhyme, dispose of those opposing me Impose the codes of honor, I conjure souls to compose for me Too much for man, a mythical monster, restraints ain't holding me Void of sympathy, attacking hellishly and soullessly Nailing the pinheads, words hit harder than hammers Syllable soldier, wielding language with impeccable grammar Now some may doubt these words are all me But only fools will choose to doubt, so I implore the tools to call me They call me Psyco, crazy, insane is what they're telling me Insanity, nah, these fools can't handle my honesty Their mental's filled with rubbish, all their thoughts are inane But the mind's a terrible thing to waste, so I recycled their brain What's in a name? Are titles just to feed our conceit That which we call a rose, by any other name, would smell just as sweet But I won't feel complete unless history truly knows My story, so just listen as I tell you how the legend goes Walked across the desert sands, swam across the seven seas Panned entire galaxies for foes worthy to battle me And after several centuries I still couldn't find An opponent composed of components complimentary to mine So I designed a palace, perched on top of a mountain I sit upon my throne, been waiting 8 millennia and counting For a battle to enthrall me Those who seek the ultimate challenge, all you have to do is call me

A neuro-typical greeting to you earthlings Such a trite ritual, shared among all of you cursed things Capricious creatures, crawling, clawing at the planet's face Gaia's spawn doth walk along a track in such a sordid race Until I came along... To inform them of their folly and how oddly they sing their songs But it seems something was lost in translation So instead, I turned them into a gourmet sensation I set the world on fire with matches, grabbed its axis And had a barbecue with Galactus Then I returned to the blackness of space Using parallax to decide what satellites to chase Can you hear me now??? No reception... Catching interference from the matter I'm digesting Indigestion, time to regroup I'll be at the restaurant at the end of the universe, eating primordial soup And all of Heaven's emperors marveled at their creation As the lifeless lumps of flesh began to play their animations Looney toons dance across the macrocosmic lens While the microcosms pick apart the points, plotted by pens Don't they know the truth is just fact, twisted by fiction Can't they understand their problems are simply friction Rub a little harder and they're sure to combust Then sweep up all the martyr's who've been turned into dust One day I wrote a book Then I set it down on the planet so the silly apes could have a look I didn't know they'd take it seriously And follow it blindly like a mindless herd of sheep Come now, homo-sapiens... Has your reality really rendered you all such complacent men??? You were less gullible when you couldn't read Now, if Jesus told you so, you'd probably refuse to breath!!! Now go along and breed... Supplying me with the audience that I so dearly need An ear in which my poems may rest... A heart and soul that will remember what I seek to express These aren't just scars in my flesh... They're stories...Tattooed to my skin, so I will never forget Haunted by a sixth sense and ghostly wails... Reciting dead men's tales

There once was a man, who couldn't stand where he was forced to stand Forced to march along a land whose beauty had all been turned to sand And though, at first, it seemed that there was no hope for his sanity He dared to test his hubris and dance amongst humanity He knew that maybe, all his thoughts were paranoia, pure and plain That if he stepped outside then he might, maybe, have so much to gain And so, he journey through the gates of safety and serenity To venture towards the hordes of lords and ladies for a century At first there was such glory, greatness, grandeur in the things they did Their words, their moves, their melodies entranced the foolish little kid He thought that all was golden, but the fact that he soon learned was this The splendor of their ornaments was simply gilded avarice Beneath the pretty surface, lurked a creature, loathe to see the light Whose presence was so powerful, few humans could resist its might It tainted all it touched, reducing dynasties to plots of huts And although some resisted, all their efforts fell to rot and lust Dismayed by such a realization, that most humans did ignore His heart was cracked and shattered, pieces often found upon the shore A plethora of "love me nots," all pulled from off his forlorn rose A never-ending story, turned to song and this is how it goes There once was a man, who couldn't stand where he was forced to stand Forced to march along a land whose beauty had all been turned to sand And though, at first, it seemed that there was no hope for his sanity He dared to test his hubris and dance among humanity

I met her sitting there in logic class The goddess' laugh resided in this lovely lass (Take a chance???) Do you need to ask??? See, I'm the maddest Hatter this side of the Looking Glass Well, at least I used to be... But I was soon to see that the title wasn't meant for me Her lunacy, more than I could have guessed Should have guessed, because that dress already had me obsessed Can't express the way I felt The first time that I had ever been dealt this Against those lips I was hopeless (Yo kid!!!) Flipping on my mushroom trip (shit...) Trying to get a grasp on reality Instead, grabbed those hips, dipped into insanity Want a story??? (Yea) Well, here's one... The tragedy of Tweedle double dee and Tweedle dum dumb Blinded by the caterpillars smokescreen Hooked by her looks, I was the blasted village dope fiend Trying to get clean... But I mean, have you seen the scenes within them jeans??? (Damn!!!) It was the American dream and I was living it Doughnut needed crème and I was filling it Signing and sealing it, oh baby I'm yours Give me deliverance, free me from them drawers A snow bunny, it's so funny (Hey yo money) Bugs lost his carrots trying to get some tail Gone astray, should have left crumbs on the trail Hey yo doc, (What's up???) does Acme got some medicine to cure my ail Ments...felt like I'd gone daffy... Over a pair of ass cheeks... Someone call the boys in... One taste of poison, now he's ready for the looney bin Did I really wish for romance??? (Hmmm...) Or did I merely want a chance to dance in her wonderlands??? Smitten by the subtlest glance??? Or bitten by the ants in her pants??? (That's the one!!!) Looks like I was just another joker A miscreant, trying to poke her A fool to think there was more Now I'm sore, because I lost my Cherie Amor Why's it gotta be like this??? Everything was just so nice... Now it feels like I lost my life... I guess next time I'll have to think twice... Or just be a better judge of character Can't believe I was thinking of marrying her Used to think I was so smart Until I lost my head to that bitch the Queen of Hearts

I think therefore I am, at least I think I am Cartesian questions have me thinking thoughts are the bane of man Maybe I am Sam, I mean I really like green eggs and ham Whether on a boat, on a plane, in a car or tram Damn, I'm thinking too hard, maybe I'll take a break But then does that mean the me I think I am is now a fake Wait, allow the thoughts to separate But I can't be in two place at the same time for goodness' sake One time I thought I was a cockroach That metamorphosed into a man that nobody wished to approach Wait, I think I have that twisted I was a man who became a roach, but still nobody missed him One time I thought a thought, at least I think I thought a thought But now I'm trying to think of ways that presupposed thought can be caught But what if I didn't think it I think I might just have to find a new brain to think with I think therefore I am, at least I think I am Am I really thinking, or just think I'm thinking thoughts or plans Thoughts and I are something like that little boy who fingers dams The minute that I scratch my nose, the thoughts explode and flood the land How is it somebody could think this I think a better question is who the hell are all his listeners Are they thinking thoughts akin to those that plague his furrowed brow Or are they simply thinking geez this thinker needs to settle down Now that's a thought worth investigating At least I think the thought has value, maybe it's a problem worth debating Or maybe I'm just overthinking things Thinking about thinking has me seeing stars and Saturn's rings I think I'm spacing out, thinking about the space within Which is within what, hell, thoughts are here to mess with him Although if they did just leave him alone He probably would start thinking about where all of his thoughts did roam I think therefore I am, at least I think I am I think instead of thinking it'd be best if I ain't give a damn Obviously thinking is just causing me to howl in pain Obstinate, continually thinking so I'll go insane I mean, it's not like this is what I want At least I don't think that it is, maybe this is really just a stunt Why would somebody want to think like me I don't even want to think like me, if I am who I think I be Am I a thinker, or just trapped within thoughtful scams Contemplating complementary concepts just because I can Perhaps pondering would profit people more profoundly Then again it isn't really helping me sleep soundly Am I thinking just to prove I exist Or is there more to thinking than just thinking that I'm thinking this What's the real reason for this thinking shit I think I'll forgo all the thinking, start and start being a hedonist

It's overcast, the Sun fades, clouds start moving in Light gives way to the shadow as the planet begins darkening There's sparking in the sky, lightning draws ever near The deer, the bird and every beast all start to run and flee in fear Fog starts rising, rain begins to fall The four winds howl as they go answer Aeolus' call It's far more than just feeble precipitation Condensation, you can feel it as your heart starts palpitating Salivating, the earth prepares to feast So watch beneath your feet, because when it quakes it takes everything within reach From the streets, down to the ocean floor And then the ocean boils up, goes and devours everything along the shore Nothing's more, nothing's left, no one's certain what's coming next But something's lurking and it's hurting to murder all of your sets This natural catastrophe demands evacuation But there's no escaping when your whole planet has been forsaken What's that in the sky? A bird? A plane? Nah, it's space invaders pouring down on the range Leaving crags and craters, lasers at their side Quick, down in the basement, all the humans should run and hide Didn't you see Signs? It's little green men Enslaving the whole mammalian race, then Anal probing them, you thought that they were joking Yea, it's gross, but who are we to judge the culture my friend War of the Worlds? It's more like a slaughter Don't believe the silly fables that Hollywood taught ya This ain't a force that is to be contested Your bulletproof vest's just going to add to the mess, id What's the message? Don't be cocky Your place atop the food-chain looks a little rocky It isn't safe to roam alone Because the mothership's returned to bring E.T. back home Flash, bang, megatons of metal castings Crashing around you, leveling all things Blasting the landscape, can't escape The weight of your fate, get erased with malign grace A mischievous demon snuck its way into Heaven Descended to Hell, erasing everything as it fell, oh well Such is the sentence for those without repentance Taste the hellfire vengeance from one of Satan's lieutenants Annihilating all creation, indiscriminate acts Of unspeakable chaos and terror enveloping tracks Flames snake through terrain, tearing dreams asunder Ripping insides out, flipping upsides under Thunder, lightening, oh so frightening, flesh igniting Shattering hope, witness this god's might smiting, damn No weatherman could have predicted this weather In just one instant history has been rewritten forever