[Verse 1: Male Vocalist] I use deception to manipulate the people of the herd, I’m classified to program code into words. Retribution’s on my mind this is revenge of the nerds, Today I can’t tell the difference between milk duds and turds. When it comes to writing songs to centralize the plan, You gotta incentivize to monetize the band. It takes some convincing to gather up the clan, Dirty verbal contracts make you lather up the hands. Put lotion on the callus that lives under the knuckles, Filth under the nails laughing a diabolical chuckle. The fine print constricts you ask to loosen up the buckle, Mechanical Royalties feed like animals when they suckle. The teat or the nipple while the time ripples, They’ll put the barrel against your cheek and leave a crime dimple. My complexed lyrics are underlined simple, Never mind find the thimble drumroll crash the cymbals. Leaving a symbol of a firebird blazing, Like sorority initiations when they hazing. Or a honcho on a bronco when its grazing, The Orpheus metamorphosis is phasing. Into a musical genius that serenades the audience, Attacking galaxies prior to crippling guardians. Barrage the garage hopping over the Audi’s fence, It’s written in Arabic and I’m speaking to Saudi gents. [Chorus: Male Vocalist] I social engineer your mind to power steer, Into on coming traffic my headlights got these deers. Swerving around me and trying to steer clear, From a head on collision the last moments of fear. About their personal information being written in a rhyme, They claim it’s defamation and it’s hidden in the crime, I’m squeezing these lemons then mixing with the lime, Light they foreshadow shooting arrows at the time. [Verse 2: Male Vocalist] I’m argumentative up until a point, I used to get a gun, walk up the stairs, up into your joint. Now I legislate and hire suitable people I appoint, I instruct them do their jobs and never disappoint. I recommended those suspended can come over to work for me, Knowing those who pretended didn’t know I oversee. Their nasty orientations it’s funny it tends to be, Heavy in this profession like that fruity show glee. I’m taking out my aggression on confused individuals, And making a couple dollars paying dues with residuals, I’m built to last while most longevity is pitiful, It’s all about survival and situation is critical. Reflecting and recollecting about failures of my past, Not even questioning why relations never last. Mostly I blame myself for moving way to fast, Plus holding and aiming a gun pulling the trigger to blast. Now I’m more cautious about making mistakes, From having nothing to lose to where a lots at stake. The earthquake rattled my body with a total brain shake, Holding my head underwater of a placid lake. I’m half awake sleeping on many opportunities, Trying to expunge my record and also gain immunities. Paid my debt to society desirable in communities, Psych you just got socially engineered from total buffoonery. [Chorus: Male Vocalist] I social engineer your mind to power steer, Into on coming traffic my headlights got these deers. Swerving around me and trying to steer clear, From a head on collision the last moments of fear. About their personal information being written in a rhyme, They claim it’s defamation and it’s hidden in the crime, I’m squeezing these lemons then mixing with the lime, Light they foreshadow shooting arrows at the time. [Speech: Female Voice] This a lyrical crime spree. Designed to enter your mind. Trust me it will ruin your life if you fight it. Think about all decisions prior. On end up on fire.
