(Slavetech)
Bloody midgar slavetech
(Watch the slit-scar data in the weitek)
It's the lens that my shadows projects
(Hold an alloy to the bone and a circuit to the flesh)
Type of shit to make you pull over a cop
Flick off all the bugs, go thrift a nicer top
Talk about shootin', man
Go shoot Larry Fink
Fuck a cop, fuck a clink
Fuck my pops, fuck a shrink

Turn it up loud
Nerva spittin' corium
Burn it to the ground
Gamma crematorium
Turn it up loud
Nerva spittin' corium
Burn it to the ground
Gamma crematorium

I'm starting to break
Your words like diamonds under my skin
And it feels so fake
I'm dyin', dyin'


Triple grace futa shit
Buddha shit
Better get back like I'm Ludacris
Ludicrous
How these cats do this shit?
Just to get a check off the newеst shit
When you ain't been through the shit
Love you, but you fakе
So I'm the rudest bitch
Bullet in the humerus
In the library with the knife, I'ma' clue you in
Lappin' up that e-wine
Plastic in the eucharist
Wishin' I could rewind
Laughing 'cause it's humorous

Turn it up loud
Nerva spittin' corium
Burn it to the ground
Gamma crematorium
Turn it up loud
Nerva spittin' corium
Burn it to the ground
Gamma crematorium


I'm starting to break
Your words like diamonds under my skin
And it feels so fake
I'm dyin', dyin'
I'm starting to break
Your words like diamonds under my skin
And it feels so fake
I'm dyin', dyin'

Turn it up loud
Nerva spittin' corium
Burn it to the ground
Gamma crematorium
Turn it up loud
Nerva spittin' corium
Burn it to the ground-