I saw a pro-file sticker just other day
Another fool who has no right to procreate
Elbows bumping, tempers growing
Veins bulge in my neck and eyes
We're just a bunch of animals
That fuck to survive... we gotta
Make room, make room
Spread the fuck right out
Make room, make room
For the hand of doom
I built a wall around myself, form a world that's on the brink
There's a problem with my armor
Cause there's just too many chinks
Cyanide the water supply, take a drink and watch'em die
Release ebola in the air, swell and bleed out everywhere
Sarin gas for you to smell, take a train ride, next stop hell
A y2k census and we're all filled up
Like a thick head of beer overflowing it's cup
A culling of humans, a matter of space
Like herd management for the human race.
Line'em up against the wall, aim & fire, send in more
Dynamite, hand grenades, cold guyanin lemonade
Judas priest pumpin' loud, pump your shot gut, listen-pow!
Poisoned, stabbed, mass contusion, chop'em burn'em fuck it - nuke'em
Fuckin nuke'em
There's too many people
Too many mouths to feed
What is the solution?
When billions need to eat
There's not enough space
Nowhere to put our waste
With a little salt and pepper
How do you think we'll taste?
