Nobody Wants To Be Parrot Man

By now they should be trashing my place

Fuck your forensics they won't find a trace

I'm glad you brought your uzi-submachine gun

I'm still pumped like a pneumatic caisson

Lock and load your heat,

I can see swat on my block across from this street

Surrounded by news and neighbors,

I need to get back in and find those research papers

Slammed my expensive self-driving car straight into my home,

To get the slick sequence embedded in the human genome

Pre-filled the trunk with remote triggered explosives

I'd be surprised to see if anyone lives

The smell of success was so offensively profound,

Good thing all of the work was kept in an underground compound

As I was hauling ass to the tellurian secretion,

I began to excrete deceit during the completion

The final product may be controversial,

There are more health risks than health benefits,

Like a depression pill commercial

Painstaking hours on the serum

The sum outweighed our expectations outcome

Stayed long enough to become the villain

The side effects are starting to kick

Boosted my high and I'm stimulated,

Everything think looks simulated,

This has gone further than I anticipated

I am now one of the bad guys,

You keep on killing

But just never dies

Not ever getting to see the afterlife is extremely hard to conceive

I'd love to see you again even though it sounds harder to believe

When I was genetically mutating

In that radioactive spill,

You stood there and admired yourself

While I was forced to being fucked

Against my will

The multifariousness,

Of your perniciousness,

Is the longest laconic length for ulterior motives

You will ever expect of guess