1.0.T.

W-w-w-welcome to the inna-inna-internet of things,

Gettin' sentimental in my mental, it seems,

Before the days their tentacles strings,

End up inside of me,

Makin' my spidey senses tingle when I am beamed,

By them gigga hertz,

The most damage to my cells with very little work,

Cuz thats where they like to lurk...

Maderna, Minerva,

Man-eye-ick-kill...

Dial up to them a-merk-ins online for a limited time,

They'll deliver the kind,

Of frequency, that eats at me,

It creeps in me,

So deep in me,

When its peace I seek,

I think i need to sleep but can't manage a wink,

Can't even happen to think ,

Of anything but dammmmit...

I needs me a drink,

Cuz the oxygen thats bein' depleted from my lungs,

Has just begun,

To fuck me up...

And if you fuck me once..

Shame on dew..

"Direct energy weapon"..

But if it happens twice,in one night...

Then shame on you...

And if you let em' jab you even once...

Shame on who...

"Get it...world health organization..."

Girl ,hell is not waitin'..

Til you die to make you sweat...

They may make threats..

Sometimes its the safest bet to say much

less....

W-w-w-welcome to the inna-inna-internet of things,

Gettin' sentimental in my mental, it seems,

Before the days their tentacles strings,

End up inside of me,

Makin' my spidey senses tingle when I am beamed,

By them gigga hertz,

The most damage to my cells with very little work,

Cuz thats where they like to lurk...

And fake your death...

Now dont forget to make a wish....foundation...and take your meth...