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