Shakespeare’s gone, don’t even think about it.
Dr. Octagon, “Blue Flowers,” Dr. Octagonecologyst, 1996
Shakespeare’s gone, don’t even think about it.
Think about it, if you was there standing looking at me.
What would you do, if I hit your face with dog doo-doo?
I come prepared with the white suit and stethoscope,
Listen to your heartbeat, delete beep beep BEEP.
Your insurance is high, but my price is cheap.
You need a bad operation.
Gimme the scissors, hammer, flame.
Now my helmet’s on, you can’t tell me I’m not in space.