S…

C…

I-E-N-T!

No, I'm not spelling science,

Or nothing even near,

I'm spelling out defiance,

To the fuckin' deaf ear,

You look at me and say,

'Man, what do you know?'

And, in my mental disarray,

I say let's see what I can throw.

We's the scientologists,

We gonna make yo' life betta',

We's the pseudoscientists,

Are you getting fed up?

We's your salvation

Can't you hear your insecurities louder?

We's your true nation,

Secretly related to MC Router.

You can tolerate our ignorance,

And shovel to us your money,

You can hear our harmonic dissonance,

Like darkness when it's sunny,

And on the horizon,

A cavalcade approaches;

Tom Cruise, Chaka Kahn, Nancy Cartwright,

Our elite, our adept,

The more you can give, the more you can help,

The further we thrust you into the light,

Else, darkness may very well encroach you,

Are you that inept?

We'll end your life with a yelp.

You question us,

And we'll burn off all ya skin;

You ask for a refund,

And that's our one and only sin;

We look you in the eye,

And say, "Fuck you, no!"

And then we make you die,

As we torture you all slow.

————SPOKEN REFRAIN————-

Our legal team of experts puts every kike to shame. Oh, so we said kike? We hold no respect for you. Why should we respect others? No less religion. Why should we even care what you have to say? Your payments are late. We're going to come after you with baseball bats, and threaten to kill your dog, we're gonna hammer you like a nail, and we're going to bury you 12 feet under…

There's gotta be room for your family too.

————END SPOKEN REFRAIN————

We're gonna fuckin' get you,

No matter what you do;

You can't hide, can't run,

You know it's true.

So, just turn over your money,

And we'll release our gun,

We'll treat you sweet as honey,

Just so long as you pay your due…

S-C-I-E-N-T-O-L-O-G-Y

Splendid times to be had,

Cooking your brain away,

Innumerable joy to come,

Enervation of your hate.

Now all that you must do,

To join our glorified cults,

Open up your bank account.

Let it all out, let it flow,

Or we will get results,

Get you underground;

You're just a statistic now.