"God of songs of God's rawest thoughts/
off to a spot atop a universe where you and yours do not belong/
dropping bombs on your rastaclaat, then celebrate like Mazeltov!/
shake hands with my lobster claws/
then kiss my electric lips, high voltage head nicknamed Coppertop/
assault and battery after obnoxious flattery/
spit shit so sweet it cause a jaw in your cavity and nasty teeth/
the Littlest Hobo ignorant no more when I cripple your whole delicate skeleton with my belligerent vocals/
snitching on po-po, put a wire on the feds, because sleeping with the enemy will have you dying in your bed/
I wasn't lying when I said "it's King Mindbender, but you can call me God"/ that's what the creator of the universe would probably want/ am I delusional? not any more than usual/
I'm just an Outkast innovating so much, I'm saying: hootie hooooooo are you to doubt the overlord foreigner from Stankonia/
blowing up your home and stuff/
fuck the haters using my middle finger stinging with an explosive touch/
it ain't wrong to write great songs that make lots of cake off, so my crotch tastes the hot heaven of Jessica Simpson's sizzling clitoris napalm/
burning a third earhole, because you certainly need to hear more/
mind control like: thanks for the memories! your brain only appears yours/
but in reality, that's my skull to love and fuck and what not/
I'm the negro Neo making verbal gunshots touch soft/
Matrix making music breaking illusions by aiming and shooting sacred statements so amazing, it changes the world's greatest humans to crazy stupid/
after it rearranges your DNA blueprint/ and you ain't gonna do shit!/ this music... makes you think you are on acid/
this part of the song: I WROTE WHEN I WAS ON ACID!!!/
calm, blasted, rock hard gone flaccid like soft plastic/
nom nom on blonde cabbage/
I feel sweet sixteen like life is promtastic!/
this is not the time to see a little person in a wheelchair/
things are weird, but that's no reason to feel scared/
now see what the fuck is revealed there..."

- Mindbender Supreme