Luyện nghe bài hát Hybrid

Illicit of my nativity
A tale of how I came to be
Starting aromatic genus
Of the were spliced with the genes of mice

And failed but continued to splice
Until finally succeeding in deeds
Creating new life forms of man and seed
But not like you, the knew everything intellectually

Specifically they had hate for human
For years of experiments and infecting them disease
Hybrids, dagga, a of peace and love
I'm between who I am

When you internally all you need is love
It becomes an emotional body inner
But you create externally, you don't need no love
All you is the calculating mind

Thus producing a with only a left brain
no compassion or sense, hybrid
An army of weed and mice to replace man
Able to withstand and disease

Compulsive habits of environment
Unable to reproduce without
Soon the world will be run by artificial
to control population growth

Humans slowly obsolete
When cloning is similar to that of the grays
Instead of test tubes and cattle

But through horticulture of DNA
Derived from Marijuana and
Our world will be controlled by the slaves
And withstanding hybrids