All engines go, but you don't need a car key to start,
Just go nuts like Marquis de Sade,
The RP disbarred a few of its crew,
But remember the old if what you're doin' is new
Hey, i wanna say, "Yay, Que Sera, Sera!"
While screamin', "mayday", way too far for Ma,
Or Pa to hear my dyin' words,
I should just enjoy the flight of the flyin' birds,
Im just an Artist, c'est la vie
Only way to spell it is to say, "A-R-T-I-S-T",
Im of dyin' breed, that's life whether i agree
Im thinkin' why are we -
Makin' such a fuss when we know not -
What we do, "Is it true every robot,
Will be the size of a virus?"
A nanotech future will rise from the eyes of Osiris
Look into my Iris, you will see the words that are written on papyrus,
And the words say...
Shit what should we do?
We've arrived at the rapture, woopty doo,
Ima climb up to catch ya, you put me through
A hell worse than the one that you took me to
Yeah you God, look at the good we do,
I cant believe that it could be true, and that it would be you,
Who would use tricksters to against us,
But off the topic, Ken Kesey had the best bus,
But fuck the past, fuck the future, cause i care -
Only 'bout the now, im roaming round in town,
Im zoning out, i found a simple truth,
That can not be found in a pimpled youth,
Slam nitrous into a man that's anhydrous,
Stand righteous in a land that can bite yas
Im rambunctious, understand my plan punctures
Your eye, i roll with the damn punches,
Your hand crunches under the weight of your heinous,
Midas, and when you come to find that you are eyeless -
Look into my Iris, you will see the words that are written on papyrus,
And the words say...
I can see the end, we'll be one with sunset as we descend
Ima start up the third verse, im free to spend
Another minute on this thing that i want to send
Out to you and your fam, ima do what i can
Just to make sure you know ima do what a man
Has-ta, masquerade in bathers,
Im Casper, and that's the way the haters -
See me, ima greedy graffiti inside a genie,
But im ghost, butter toast with another roast,
I mutter most of my rhymes,
Get off point, forget to put my name into the bylines,
Like im doin' now, hold up, !@#$%^&* Wow!
The things i have to do to get through to you, chica blaow!!
The future's lookin' dim, its in the smoke signals,
Covered in a packet of chips and broke Pringles,
You woke up to hear the music of Primus,
And when you find yourself flyin' an Ibis -
Look into my Iris, you will see the words that are written on papyrus,
And the words say...
Grouce has got the shits,
I don't give a fuck about the apocalypse
Bitch!
