The Constructus Corporation - Johnny's Birthday Song lyrics

I'm nobody so don't cross me, cross-breed pavement special Illegitimate son of fungus, the mutated lung Scoping the headlines, glaring pictures, over-simplified text Hitting their senses, entering human consciousness Without a necessity for an intermediary process of reason Like food shot through the rectum, requiring no digestion I'm stuffing a dead chicken into a gla** bottle then filling the bottle with milk I'm gonna seal that bottle tighter than a yoga-locked vagina Johnny's gonna pay you a little visit visit when nobody is home In a few months your clever little presents gonna open itself all on its own You'll feel like ginny grindeth in a little cell defending his bu*t-hole all through the night As scary spirits penetrate your sanity and begin to crawl through your mind The post-cynical, clinical, miracle-monger unravelling lyrical thunder Morphing endorphins gushing, rushing, crushing physical hunger Don't touch me, Johnny stokes a hundred and forty-four carved into my forehead It's my birthday on the 23rd of December two thousand and twelve