Deconstruction of the Brain Surgeon

Lyrics

I am not Komodo but Komodo is a part of me Bombard my mind with the image of a lobotomy Construct my positive mantra from hellish poverty Prep me for surgery, anesthesia will probably Knock me into a novelty, phosphorus gas is smoldering Clouding my mind with thoughts of a better tomorrow Powder from louder machinery overpowering Eisenhower's self esteem From the dream team, welcome to the machine The scalpel ready to slice, the chances ready to dice The female ready to pipe, the mind, conscious tonight My body still gettin' oxygen, drown in carbon emissions I hear the doctors askin' my parents if they want to visit But there will be no visiting because I'm about to perish Buried three feet underneath the tariff placed upon my share of Wicked verses, curse the murderer, perpetrating the liquidation Raging well within my cerebrum capacitation Vindication for the stages that my mind's currently facin' Like a mix between dementia and a case of basket, face it Dylan, you will never be this You will always be in doubt Sit back and relax so we can rip your frickin' brains out Desensitize your nerves, then cut the flow to your arteries Dylan, we want to help but your body's starving for knowledge And not to mention, the stitches will be embedded forever Never better to let you weather down, erode into nether (Christ) Vasectomize my genitals so I can bear no children 'Cause my spawn would be the definition of perfect civilians I'm the reptilian lyricist with rhythm to rap a text I'm the king of my prehistoric jungle, Thesaurus Rex *Doctor, I swear to God his eyes just flickered.* "Will you shut up, darling? I've already torn his heart out… there ain't a thing he can do to stay alive." My heart may not be beating But my thoughts have not retreated Keep the nervous system flowing despite the sangui depleting I'm feeding the constant demons, screamin' "WAKE UP" In my sleep, I want to leave 'em in a field and bust 'em open AR-15 Sixteen shots ring out the barrel Scary fellow in my pillow Cus he doesn't let me rest up when the wind rustles the willow I'm beginning to gain consciousness My eyes open then shut I can hear the doctor screamin' out "SEW KOMODO UP!" But I feel the needle pricking, ticking Time bomb in my stomach But I cannot stomach needles so I vomit up my troubles And the surgeon isn't happy 'cause he messed up the procedure So he bludgeons me until I'm woken fully from my feeble Position up on the stretcher, I'm wrestling with my tethers And I have never felt better I've escaped and now I'm chainin' the doctor up to the bed I'm slicin' open his chest with the scalpel used on my head I've desecrated his ribs (that's disgusting) I'm gnawing off at the bone and insinuating a blow To the fragment of skull that's sticking out of his face And I know that this flow aficionado Broke the walls of Jericho With only declarations blazin' abundantly in the soul But I'm lettin' go of the devil Wash it down with holy water I'm the father, son, and holy spirit Truly incarnate This earnest, soul searcher turned for the worst May seem a little urgent But this is my time Welcome to the Brain Surgeon