1.0.ThiNg5

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,

Scramblin' every dam thing i happen to think ,

Getting stabbed with the link,

I laugh every time you suggest that I go grab me a shrink,

And by that time

I needs me a drink,

Cux the oxygen thats bein' depleted from my lungs,

Leaves me deep,

In the matrix ,all their gay tricks,

I aint afraid to catch a fade, bitch,

Dont believe anything they say cuz that shits all staged,

But no one will admit it cuz they all afraid,

Fuckin' soft guys with solid state hard drive built into their factory settings...

So if you happen to stress on uncontested, unimpressive messages that some one beat to death with ,

But when shit hits the fan you realize its not battle scar tested,

I dont know, its just a wild guess my friend,

I never regret having just met destiny,

Yes money, this is the more or less sunny,

Side up, you guys suck,

Believin' all their lies like some shmuck..

Dumb fucks, gettin dry humped by 5 guys on the side that drive trucks,

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....

Yes yes..jezabell you better give em hell...but stay silent...wile-in' out in violence like what your eyelids have witnessed is goin' out of style,

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...like an episode of breaking bad,

In a van naked, sad...

Last shirt I owned maybe was plad...

Waitin on the gravy train down south...