Primed Up

[Verse 1] I was born in the chatrooms Ban all babyboomers from computers Born furious, black Rudolph Nureyev Not really though, I'm YouTube You just Vimeo Ey, how many Gs a year does the pope make? Ey, how many seeds a year can your throat take? You outdated like Netscape and VCRs I think your shit need CPR I think your shit needs get taken out back Needs to get thrown in the trash And what the fuck you gone do about that? What the fuck you gone do when the blackhandpath Crosses the wires and lights the pyres Usurps the throne, becomes the sires Nothing left to do but follow the fires [Verse 2] Oh no no no, you done fucked up now, initiate hatemode Universal source code, throw 'em in the rivers Tam, Cuomo Mad foreign, gimme the yen, gimme the yen Blackhandpath knows this for certain Back hand slap will bust your turban All fates will worsen You don't wanna get me primed up I end up the in the line-up Suspected of crimes I'll be jailed up And down the eastern seaboard coastal line yup That ain't a boast of mine son But I toast to crime dun I’m accessing the funds Whether keyboard or gun [Verse 3] Let 'em snitch let 'em be Let 'em die When the cops investigate deny Everything fucking thing they ask All the time, local cops or FBI I ain't out for a fair game Lames'll get maimed Hack the mainframe or lace the Tim's boots and sell 'cain The hustle is the same [Verse 4] They know they done fucked up now The problem child ain't silent now Up in the DSM wiling out Dosed on DXM who's smiling now Soaked to the bone in poison Addicted to the broken noise and Full collapse no rejoicing Fatal noise ending choices