Sew, is that how the fuckers are gonna due me?
Fuckin wit my cerebral again?
Up there in the top of my left dead center cortex.
Sew if the mother fuckin nano starts drillin up there.
The remote I didn't view.
Made my right arm flex huh fuckers?
Ain't nothin fuckin SACRED?
Huh, mother fuckers?
Don't be fuckin with my brain.
What?
Run outta DARPA, HAARP?
See, nothin can hide, from whence it comes.
But my brain?
Mother fuckers.
It's all I got left
I think
Don't be fuckin with my heart now.
Either, eyether, neither, nighther.
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