Gauze - Buck 65

Meanwhile, back at the command central circus

Doctors are exposing a man’s ventral surface to a medicated agent

To purify the soul of this dedicated patient

Laying on the nekked table

He works for a record label and wears sandals with tube socks

We got him tied face down, hooked up to the fuse box

With insulated cables.

ambulances cruise blocks

To find any kind of volunteers and crack addicts that attracts static

It’s to determine how the effects of famine delays aggression

And we tantalize 'em with salmon fillets

And analyze the results in a bowl that’s glass

We’ve placed the brain and it smells like a poll cat’s ass

We take a group of MCs that are a run of the mill

If the first one doesn’t survive, probably one of them will

The odds are, is to figure out how much the others need

To first readjust the focus and then to change the shudder speed

It’s the ultimate procedure that we use to determine rank

We got a state of the art computer system and access to a Sherman tank

You shouldn’t be afraid to ask, we cut 'em with a blade of grass

You need a certain grade to pass or else you will be laid to pass

Then we take a duo or a group and a loaf of bread

And we let them attack one another until both are dead

Two copies for the DJ to, uh, break it on the cartridge

But if the record skips, he’ll have to take it on the arches

I got private plans for the saliva glands