Mass Malthusian Delusions

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[Verse] NFT exclusive, just for you, listen to the music Mass Malthusian delusions Of grandeur eucalyptic massage, it feels so soothing Very nice to meet you, Ms. Big Booty My name is Captain Stubing, I hope I'm not intruding Of course, you're still recouping from yesterdays afternoon thing The blow fishing and the hooting, serenading and crooning I've got good news, the weather's improving And everyone's assembling for the debut viewing of my newly released Jekyll and Hyde movie It's promised to be a doobie But if you don't feel like hanging out with the groupies You can pop your coochie and we watch some other Netflix movie There was a knock on the door And a deep voice, "Por favor, señor" While we were anchored directly offshore He said he's only got enough space to show me there's no space left Yo, who is this fucking space cadet? I told him these rhymes were designed elsewhere Then brought to Earth through a stargate here I get paid to produce it, even if you don't listen to it So I don't care what you do with it First, we must establish a baseline If you can hear this rhyme you've already interfered with time One hour therapy every Tuesday In a room alone with Papa Tubay We hold hands and pray to the beat for root play They help me get away from the Black Boule No need to say more, it's a new day Whoever take, you break, you pay! Far away from a Darkside moonbase Bumping that new DJ Whoo Kid tape Illuminate the whole modern human race You are great, but only in a future time and place The current test method all by itself is a death sentence Just listen, then I'll answer your questions Neon orange leaves, Japanese maple trees If you scream, I'll staple your knees My muse is my lover and there is much more to discover The perfect poetry, the hunger This is not fictitious My queen eats delicious kingfishers on Portmeirion dishes Bread and shrimp mixed with peppermint over shredded pimp Nobody's ever had it since Scotch bonnet pepper on the road to Mecca Nobody's ever told this story better Placebo based controls take your soul, erase what you know Then put your brain back in the same skull Music to my ears, the nightmares of one's own fears Now imagine it's written in layers Sigillum Dei Signum Dei Vivi My new system makes the old system obsolete Frankenstein's experiment has escaped the lab These knuckles made of brass need a face to smash The Kerygma's engraved on your face, on your mask, on your ass On your feet and at the base of your hands There's no pit of fire in the lake, my man Only highly flammable vapes and gas No please, yes thanks, just talk to me champ They must have emptied your memory banks Now I question your trustworthiness, you a dirty little subversionist What you keep searching for, bitch? Chronic fatigue syndrome, Google it and get the new ringtone You ain't grown, you shrinking, homes They call me Mazeltov Malkovich And my hollow bones conduits help me get something out of it The name of the album is "One Step Closer…" The sigil magic involved is sideways 'ocho' Marco, "Polo", hiding from Kronos Sunbathing in a magnetic sun through the ozone A randomized control trial You see it's all about style and whatever they talk about now The when's the why's, the how's, it all stays hidden in the vials That's why it's called a control trial Mass Malthusian delusion, is this an illusion set up by the illusionists? Or is this a group of illumined ones doing this? Or is this an arrogant group with a movement Not knowing what the movement is? Is this complete and utter foolishness? Or is this the pathetic, weak human in us, choosing this? We might need Judge Judy for this [Outro] Mass Malthusian delusion Mass Malthusian delusion Mass Malthusian delusion M-Eighty is the new Rick Rubin!