Another Chapter

(Um. psychology, psychology is 1870 something.1879,
Wundt decided that men were all animals,
as Professor Wundt Germany and a relatively Germanic concept that man
is just an animal, he is a sort of a machine,
and you adjust the nuts and bolts and he runs. well)

Check. Check, oh I thought that was my check
Check
Yo black Sunday gettin' blunted by the church bells
Acid rain comin' take cover like a turtle shell
The curtain fell people, that was the end of the show
How many times have I beaten you? Like ten in a row
Big bills face forward in an envelope
Knife to your neck check your heartbeat with a stethoscope
Sean Connery, I'm not sober,
you can't see me movin' up on your radar like Red October
Your sand castle got knocked over
Because my heart was like the arctic and progressively it got colder
My shit hot, you need pot holders
Look me directly in my eyes, your date with destiny's a lot closer
In a blink you could be a missing link
They'll be throwin' everything at you, even the kitchen sink ha
And all you seen was a shadow in a Dodger hat
The cops said he went down the alley way (Roger that)
Run it like Emmitt when I push it to the limit, deadly sinner
That's why my date of birth was on the seventh, please
I don't pull punches on these peasants, you a bird, you a pheasant
Get the fuck from out my presence
But, this your 15 seconds of fame, soak it up
Told you kick rocks, now you in a cast with a broken foot
I'm Jack Torrance at the Overlook,
or maybe faded out in Vegas with that David Bowie look
I'm all natural, the cat gon' scratch you
Outside of the building see my body sculpted in a bronze statue
Another chapter like I'm L. Ron Hubbard
Got your woman waitin' for me like her long lost lover
Hit a heist, spread the pot like hot mustard
Put you bitches out of business like Blockbuster, I'm out

Another chapter like I'm L. Ron Hubbard
Got your woman waitin' for me like her long lost lover
Hit a heist, spread the pot like hot mustard
Put you bitches out of business. oh fuck