Dirty Sanchez [2001]

I'm doing a new way of fertilization. I'm doing it like fish, I will rip out ovaries and scatter them on the floor and then cum on them and fertilize them. Yes

Most neighborhoods hate Jak 'cause I stay shacked
With the lights on all night injecting tranquilizers to the strayed cats
Transfused to the arteries of decayed rats, sit up with the splayed racks
Blinded by the fog contact stuck to my iris with staple tacks
I'll bludgeon this cutting board with a cleaver til the table cracks
When I start kicking like kidnapped children in potato sacks
I'll skin graft your meridian service map and extract neurons so electric currents is what your nervous lacks
And your heart will be the first to lapse once you breathe the hazardous gas
Inhaling into a full mouth guard of a surgeon's mask
Deformed fetal abortion patient
Electromagnetic fields intrude preempt and underdevelopment back to the Earth's stages
Rednecks stalking thru irrigation with a camouflage hunting vest spitting chewing tobacco and kerosene basics
Fingertip band-aid, armor smashed slash castaway
Swinging my two pig-tails like helicopter fan blades
Stirring up the classmates
Teacher assistant close enough to castrate
Blood froze to cascade
At summer clubs and beach resorts I resort back to serial assaults on life guards wearing high shorts
With a nine iron hunting for the sport
That's why do not disturb is hanging off of my cabana door
Striped colored tight top labeled "Eyes on"
Tennis racket and a tripod, hair dyed blonde
Lipstick tried on and rubs the lotion into his dried palms then squeeze his hairy legs into nylons
After work I spy on your little sister's bedroom from my house naked with the blinds drawn
I blueprinted my body for weapon designs to be implanted
Broke my arms and used the protruding bones as blades after they were standing
My hand is a mouth on the palm that only digests salt foods due to the lack of stomach acids
No use of batteries
When my legs contract backwards to leap like a grasshopper's anatomy
And two eyes on face are sewn shut because they're now blinking on my chest cavity
I'll burn down this world of penis pants and vagina forehead debris
With an anarchist cookbook degree and cedar white pedigrees, bitch

(Eli: What'd you say? Richie: Hmm? Eli: What? Richie: I didn't say anything. Eli: When? Right now? Eli: I'm sorry, don't listen to me. I'm on mescaline. I've been spaced out all day. Richie: Did you say you're on mescaline? Eli: I did, indeed. Very much so. Richie: How often do you a..) [from The Royal Tenenbaums (2001)]