[Intro: Heavy Drum Slam, Screaming Guitars, Shouted Gang Vocals] Attention! Lock up the suburbs and hide the knives! They warned you about us in nineteen-ninety-nine! You wanted a monstah?! Let's go! [Verse 1: Fast Flow, Clean Articulation] Down, forward, back, punch, rip the spine through the neck! Postal with a gas can, soak the footparth, light the wreck! Wolfenstein bunker, double-barrel, leavin' no spahk! Modern Warfare terminal, they drop on the mahk! Cathode-ray flicker in thirty-two bit! Best damn pressure-release that we ever did get! [Pre-Chorus: Triplet Build, Gang Shouts] Look at the senate in session! The panic on the Hill! Blamin' the rot on the rhythm and audio skill! Anchors are preachin' the terrah in red! Tellin' all of Melbourne we’re bettah off dead! [Chorus: Wall of Sound, Wide Stereo Gang Vocals, Catchy Post-Punk Hook] CRANK SHADY’S CHAINSAW AND CHEW THROUGH THE WIFE! BLEED OUT YOUR WRISTS LIKE HE TOLD YOU IN LIFE! RALLY THE SQUADRON OF DIGITAL GORE! WE RIPPED OUT THE SPINES ON THE LIVING ROOM FLOOR! (LOCK AND LOAD!) Guts on the carpet and screen! (LOCK AND LOAD!) Foulest mutation you’ve seen! THEY SWORE WE’D BE MONSTAHS COMMITTIN' THE CRIME! BUT WE TOOK ALL THE CARNAGE AND TURNED OUT JUST FINE! [Verse 2: Dark Hip-Hop Groove, Fast Delivery] Two-thousand-and-one, roll the wheeled trolley in! Watch the towers fall, pure horrah we were swallowin' in! Four cartoon boys cursin' out in the snow! Scary Movie gore rockin' out a twenty-dollah show! Rotten dot com on the fifty-six-k in the shed! Lookin' at the un-rated files of the dead! [Verse 3: The Mixtape Device, Multi-Syllabic Pocket] Track one: Shady in a hockey mask, chainsaw on the idle! Track two: Marilyn in smeared paint, tearin' up the Bible! Track three: nine masked lunatics from Iowa goin' tribal! Parental Advisory mark was a badge of our survival! Five-five-five to the six-six-six, soundtrack to the rage! Swallowed all the venom, spat it back out on the stage! [Bridge: Dynamic Drop, Bass Breakdown] We watched the towers collapse in homeroom. We walked through the airport with an LMG. You thought the simulation was a poison? IT WAS THE ONLY HONEST THING ON THE SCREEN! DROP IT! [Guitar Solo: Fast Melodic Math-Rock Lead] [Repeat Chorus: Maximum Energy Blast, Shouted Stadium Hook] CRANK SHADY’S CHAINSAW AND CHEW THROUGH THE WIFE! BLEED OUT YOUR WRISTS LIKE HE TOLD YOU IN LIFE! RALLY THE SQUADRON OF DIGITAL GORE! WE RIPPED OUT THE SPINES ON THE LIVING ROOM FLOOR! (LOCK AND LOAD!) Guts on the carpet and screen! (LOCK AND LOAD!) Foulest mutation you’ve seen! THEY SWORE WE’D BE MONSTAHS COMMITTIN' THE CRIME! BUT WE TOOK ALL THE CARNAGE AND TURNED OUT JUST FINE! [Outro: Deadpan Spoken Word over Fading Post-Punk Bass] And now, back to your regularly scheduled programming. Have a great ahftanoon, mate. [End]
