Bad Touch - Dirty Sanchez lyrics

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, slept with a ?? rash Blinded by a 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 wrap 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 Deform 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 kerosene basics Fingertip band-aid, armor smash slash castaway Swinging my two pig-tails like helicopter fan blades Stirring up the cla**mates Teacher a**istant close enough to castrate Blood froze to cascade At summer clubs and beach resorts I resort back to serial a**aults 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 gra**hopper'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 plants and vagina forehead debris With an anarchist cookbook degree and ?? bi-pedigrees, b**h (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)]