[Intro] [Heavy distorted techno bassline drop] [Industrial synths rising] [Manic unhinged laughter] Ayiaaaa ah! Ayiaaaa ah! [Verse 1 - Rap] Server wipes, the clock resets Boom is running, sweating nets Eight million cash inside his bank But he won't spend it on a tank Twenty-five k? Too much! Too dear! He sprints to the Junkyard, fueled by fear Scientists shooting, bullets fly Boom dodges every hit, jumping high! Assembles the modules, completely free Look at my dirty little bride, crams he! [Chorus - Powerful Backup Singers] Boom loves his camper way past the line! Licking the windshield, tasting the grime! Four-module chaos, double the block He’s spinning in circles, locked in a shock! He strokes on the metal, he talks to the chrome We don't need no house, babe, YOU ARE MY HOME! Ayiaaaa ah! Ayiaaaa ah! [Verse 2 - Rap] He checks on the rims, he’s out of his mind Polishing scratches that no one can find Hitting the fender with a giant steel wrench Sniffing the exhaust fumes, loving the stench! He talks to the tailpipe, it’s all in his head He’s losing his mind on these digital trips You're perfect, you're flawless, you're my little star! He’s rubbing his face on the hood of the car! [Chorus - Powerful Backup Singers] Boom loves his camper way past the line! Licking the windshield, tasting the grime! Four-module chaos, double the block He’s spinning in circles, locked in a shock! He strokes on the metal, he talks to the chrome We don't need no house, babe, YOU ARE MY HOME! Ayiaaaa ah! Ayiaaaa ah! [Bridge] [Techno beat stops] [Heavy sub-bass buildup] [Alarm sirens wailing loud] Turrets are loaded! The radio’s loud! He drives like a maniac, scattering the crowd! Crashing through bases, flattening trees Come look at my baby! he yells on his knees His friends run out cheering, waving their hands But the automated system doesn't care about plans! [Outro] [Hardbass beat drops maximum intensity] [Rapid fire machine gun sounds] [Screaming and chaotic explosions] Blood on the headlights! Smoke on the grill! The turrets keep spinning, creating a thrill! A pile of flesh where his friends used to stand With Boom in the cabin, trying to disband He wipes off the soot, he smiles at the mess More room for just us, dear, I must confess! [Manic breathless laughing] Ayiaaaa ah! Ayiaaaa ah! [Loud crash] [Fade out]
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