Food for Thought (Shit Sandwiches)

Either you are the elite Work for the elite Or enemies of the elite Guzzling scopolamine or slid LSD Fifth tour of duty wigged out Licking off at fleas Please disregard what your lying eyes see In that valley of the blind the one eyed man is a (g) What FEMA be to hotels and pig feet Souse and dairy be to a raw foodist Gelatinous monosodium glutamate swine mucous Baxter pigeon fluent twenty-eye hybrid human Reciting the heliotec in symbiotic union When all else fails Project Blue Beam Unleash the hologram spacecraft over Brooklyn LA that ain't no mystery missile shooting Sleep walk Pillow talk High value targets One trillion chakra Two trillion ruling planet Triple stage blackness Infinitely massive Coming for them night time breathing taxes With extra terahertz in your naked body scanners Left hand on the soft-kill Right hand on the canon Cause after this audacity of hope They'll be more fake disaster No more razzle dazzling them with bullshit No more covering it up with cherry, nuts and cool whip Just straight footlong shit sandwiches Food for thought No bread No lunchmeat No 7 grain No golden honey wheat Shit sandwiches Food for thought No bread No lunchmeat No golden honey wheat, pumpernickel or flax seed IMF turd burgers Bon appetite Shit Sandwiches