YOU HIRE HIM ON BECAUSE YOU THINK HE IS CHEAP HE TELLS YOU THAT HE CAN FIX UP YOUR JEEP BUT IT TURNS OUT HE IS REALLY A CREEP HE’S SCOTT, THE EVIL GENIUS HE GETS HALF OF THE PARTS AND DRAINS ALL OF THE GAS LEAVES A FIVE GALLON CAN TO BLOW UP WHEN YOU PASS AND PATIENTLY WAITS WITH HIS LOOKING GLASS HE’S SCOTT, THE EVIL GENIUS HE’LL LOOSEN THE LUGS SO OFF GO YOUR WHEELS YOU BEGIN TO WONDER JUST WHO GOT THE DEAL THEN A YEAR IN THE HOSPITAL EATING OATMEAL HE’S SCOTT, THE EVIL GENIUS HE MUMBLES ABOUT IN A STUPOR LIKE TRANCE HE WALKS LIKE A ZOMBIE WITH SHIT IN HIS PANTS AND SPUTTERS OUT THOUGHTS WITHOUT RELEVANCE HE’S SCOTT, THE EVIL GENIUS HE GOT A SMALL PART IN DAWN OF THE DEAD PLAYING A MONSTER WITH BRAINS REMOVED FROM HIS HEAD TO GET DOWN THE ROLE, SCOTT SAID HE NEEDED SOME HELP THE DIRECTOR REPLIED, “JUST BE YOURSELF”. ALL THINGS WERE WELL IN ZOMBIE LAND ‘TIL A CIGARETTE LANDED IN SCOTT’S FIVE GALLON CAN HE HAD TO WALK HOME WITHOUT A PAYCHECK THE DIRECTOR HAD BURNS ON HIS FACE AND HIS NECK A JACK OF ALL TRADES, WILL WORK FOR WEED. HAD THREE DOGS ON A LEASH, HE LET FOUR GET FREED. HE WHISPERS IN CODE ON A LIVE STREAMING FEED. HE’S SCOTT, THE EVIL GENIUS. YOU DRIVE HIM HOME BECAUSE HE AIN’T GOT A CAR. THE PLACE IT LOOKS LIKE A DOG CRAPPED IN A JAR. BUT A SECRET ROOM BEHIND THE TIKI BAR. REVEALS SCOTT, AN EVIL GENIUS THERE’S WALLS OF TV’S AND TUNNELS FOR MILES. HE’S GOT ALL THE DICTATORS ON HIS SPEED DIAL. HE’S GOT DEVIOUS PLANS ALL STACKED UP IN FILES AND AN ARMY OF MEATHEADS TO UNLEASH HIS BILE HE SHOUTS ORDERS TO PUTIN IN PERFECT RUSSIAN WORKS FOUR DIFFERENT KEYBOARDS WITH HIS FEET AND HIS HANDS HAS LEGIONS OF ZOMBIES AT HIS COMMAND TO BREAK ALL YOUR THINGS AND
LEAVE GAS OUT IN CANS
HE’S SCOTT, THE EVIL GENIUS
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