Lyric Raleigh Soliloquy pt. I

We ve got you in this fuckin
movie to exterminate all the lunitics all at once
with a filetering system of God.
We re the psyco-semantic police,
you can t even see us.
How in the fuck can you do anything about it?
We re pure intellegence, your not.
Your biological product of a
comological universe.
Your molecular matter,
I constructed you, fuck you.
I made you up,
you didn t make me up,
you got it backwards.
You know who you are?
Your fuckin semantic blockage,
that s what made you up.
You re a fuckin programer named Christine Gontara.
You fucked up.
She sucked my cock, fell in love,
and she was locked in.
She s gonna get her second chance to suck my cock again.
If she turns me down,
she s gonna go striaght to hell,
she won t pass go,
she ll never fuckin win.
She s the cunt that thought she was God,
but that s OK, I don t give a shit.
As long as she sucks me off when I tell her.
Cause she s my zombie.
I capured that mother fucker,
and she s my cassette.
I want that cock sucker to send me at least fifty-thousand fuckin ollars.
If she can t do it I ll try ten.
If she can t do that,
I ll try five, but that s it.
If you got a dowry of five thousand dollars,
come out here and suck me off,
do what I tell you from now on,
then you can join me for eternal time.