| Deep in the bowels of an edifice, foul
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| The wretched dregs of the ghetto corralled
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| Covert experiments mutating forms
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| And violating every ethical norm
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| I, Dr. Zongo, master of my trade
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| Employing Super Science to make an army of slaves
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| You will be servile, and you will obey
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| You will sit and you will stay!
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| Ragged wounds leaking virulent pus
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| Stapled flesh where the guillotine cut
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| Tubes pulse with chemical brews
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| Cervical vertebrae are grotesquely fused
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| On the slab, a chimerical mutt
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| A concatenation of Blood & Guts
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| Bow to the whip hand, and bow to the fist
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| The feral creations were deservedly pissed
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| The doctor screamed as their manacles snapped
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| Dragged off to his doom as his skivvies were crapped
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| Deep in the bowels of an edifice, foul
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| A wretched freak is emitting a howl
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| On the slab, a chimerical mutt
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| A concatenation of Blood & Guts
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| On the slab you are nothing but
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| A concatenation of Blood & Guts
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| On the slab, a chimerical mutt
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| A concatenation of Blood & Guts
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| On the slab you are nothing but
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| A concatenation of Blood & Guts |