Lyrics:

So you should pump this shit like they do in the future

Got a strain un-contained that could turn parade zombie
Walk with an army on me, stalked by the harm and armor posse
Prolly got me on a radar with a dot
These watching, plotting minions of the lower God scene
Shit hawks abound, in the town of bullet dodging
I'm a Rocky, run a hundred a mile before my coffee
Shitty little sick kid, the Gipper's hitting for dolo, now I'm rarefied
Signal lit verified bossy
Fuck your droid noise, Voyboy's Noid ploy
Oi oi, I'll rugby-kick the shit out your groin, boy
Oi vey, the slayers of your harmony porn life
Throat fuck your lucky day, the flight of a torn kite
Holy smokes, city blown to the bone the death server
Fit a hearse with a burner, whip to the church of a murder sermon
Just a Cassandra too drained to painfully word it further
Future of a gerbil up ass of masochist, that's my word up

Pump this shit
In your floating whip system
Pump this shit
In the bread line, the prison
Pump this shit
From the chip under your wrist skin

(You are so fucking paranoid)

I am Sam, I am known to go HAM, the full retard
Playing taps on a keytar, in the Benz or the Beamer
Either, etherlicious or rebel yelling anathema
Son of forgotten freedom, rebel