Aboard the leper colony

I'm gonna give it to you

Bang

Dance party at six million degrees

When you turn to dust it's so erotic

And that's just vanity

Quadafi chic just comes so naturally

Gulag's get so boring on the weekends

So take your fluorides and your Idi Amin chic

Those neutrons rip the sweat right from your pores

Just wait until you hear our 100 year plan

You'll change your stoic little minds

Time to utilize the chloroform and iodine

But Captain Mandrake he

Can see though all out fun he

Can't shake his hips to genocide

He can't catch the groove in genocide

Bring your lesions to the weekend

Bring your legions to the frontline

That chic is nothing but a rapist

And that's not the sun

Your thoughts are like the kiss of an h bomb