by Topix Hayes
Mad Scientist and scientific hate.
We are stuck in the age of
Nothing will stop the rock of the
Cool man’s cock,
While he gently rockin us
Then thanking you and me
As he wipes his dick stain on the velvet
You never really know what a
Mad Scientist is inventing.
Flying cars and healing tars,
Remote controlled cars that use
Dead body parts?
All the tools
That he will use
To rip society and its bleeding
That’s an invention!
The mad scientist made it
With evil intentions.
He developed the creed,
Disabled the conscience,
And programmed greed.
Gave them expensive apartments…
How else do you think Bill Clinton
Went down in history as one of the
True great players?
That was one great empire.
Camelot stood powerful and tall
On the shoulders of Bootleggers,
And three murders on the roll call.
The invention was so great
That the people were fooled into
The belief that they should love
What they really should hate.