Conspiracy Theories w/ out Mel Gibson lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm just a ghost of my former self
Formin' a non-formidable more bionicle toxin of mental health
Was never born into wealth
I jumped out of my mother with two horns stickin' outta myself, God is in the details
Relay my message now from what planet he hails
It pales in comparison to mix with the f*ckin' beat
Like Wookies and Harrison did it, rookie be handlin' his business
Rottin' your f*ckin' brain like the box that you're starin' in
The unescapable, unexplainable, band-unbreakable, unmistakable
Scent of hatred stuffed up in my nasal
Breathe it in and leave it in, let it soak in these heathens
And these demons could really use a good ass reamin'
So I give it to 'em, spit it to 'em
Apocalyptic visions of cities in ruin
I'm doing whatever it takes for the sake of argument
Show you that the target's us
While you lay on your back begging to f*ck

[Hook]
Now ha ha ha ha
Laugh if you want to
Just when you think you're safe
Uh-Oh, they got you
All the other sheep are dead
Who you gonna flock to?
Get in line motherf*cker before they pop you