Luyện nghe bài hát Hybrid

Illicit solariums of my
A lachrymal tale of how I to be
Starting when genus
Of the marijuana were with the genes of mice

And soon but continued to splice
Until succeeding in bio-cultivating deeds
Creating new life forms of man and seed
But not you, the mice knew everything intellectually

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

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

producing a being with only a left brain
With no or sense, hybrid
An army grown of and mice to replace man
Able to famine and disease

Compulsive of environment destroyed
Unable to reproduce without
the world will be run by artificial intelligence
Designed to population growth

Humans slowly become
When cloning life is similar to of the grays
Instead of test and cattle mutilations

But horticulture of spliced DNA
from Marijuana and mice
Our world will be controlled by the slaves
And pollution hybrids