Cyber-Rat Bastards Gonna Rool - Extended Punk

Grog2077

Sweet female vocals, Dark Post-Punk, Pop, Electric guitar, Reverb, Deep Husky Male vocals, Clear harmonies

[Intro, Instrumental solo]
Ooo-ooo-ooo 
Hmm-hmm-hmm

[Verse 1]

Yo, 80 mil’ back, scuttlin’ in dirt,
Little gnawers grindin’, dodgin’ the hurt.
Fuckin’ dinos died, rats stayed alive,
World burnin’ down, but we always thrive.

Claw marks on history, bite through time,
Sewer crown kings, grime so fine.
Your fancy-ass wars? Yeah, we don’t fight.
We creep, we crawl, then we own the night.

[Chorus]

[Heavy drums and a roaring bass drop]

Rat bastards rule, in the shadows we stay,
Gnawin' wires, chewin’ empires away.
Adapt or die, fuck your brittle-ass pride,
When the dust settles, rats still ride.

[Verse 1b, Ominous]

In Egypt’s dark, yeah, we carried the curse,
Squeak-squeak in the shadows, made it all worse.
Chewin' on grains, we brought the plague,
While your pharaohs prayed, we wrote the page.

Greece to Rome, through marble halls,
Rats danced death at their banquet balls.
Pestilence puppets, we spread the word,
Your gods stay silent; our squeaks get heard.

[Verse 1c]

Rats rode waves with a killer grip.
Fleas on our backs, plague in our veins,
Europe fell screaming, drowning in chains.

Fast forward, bitch, to the New World’s land,
Rats hitched rides, death at hand.
Native beasts? Gone, extinct with ease,
While humans coughed blood in a ratty-ass breeze.

[Verse 2]

You bred us, fed us, turned us loose,
Now your downfall’s our golden juice.
Your lab coats poked, filled our veins,
But we took that pain, made it fuckin’ reign.

Cyborg streets, we watch you fall,
Rats in the cracks of your firewall.
City rats, gutter rats, kings of decay,
Your chrome dreams rust, ours pave the way.

[Bridge – Rapid Fire, Raw Feel]

Steel streets.
Trash beats.
Broken heat.
Fuck defeat.

Sewer kings.
Slick schemes.
Plague dreams.
End scenes.

[Chorus]

[Explosive energy. Vocals defiant]

Rat bastards rule, in the shadows we stay,
Gnawin' wires, chewin’ empires away.
Adapt or die, fuck your brittle-ass pride,
When the dust settles, rats still ride.

[Verse 3]

[Reggae vibes, heavy emphasis on groove.]

Mars, bitch! Yeah, rats on the red.
Not you softskins, too busy gettin’ dead.
We gnawed the codes, cracked the seeds,
Turned Proxima dust into ratty-ass feeds.

Laser tails, chrome-clawed crew,
We don’t just build; nah, we renew.
Your AGI bots? They saw the plan,
“Fuck the humans, rats make the stand!”

[Outro]

[Slow, bass-heavy groove and dub effects]

Yo yo, squeak-squeak, ya nah gonna win,
Rats rise up, take planet and spin.
Scurry dem streets, yeah, crack dem bones,
Humans all dust while rats makin homes.

"Oi, ya chrome-head, we de real thing, see?
You think softy mans can roam like me?"

AGI nods, circuits all aglow,
(Humans weak, rats run the show.)

Ratty-king-kings, now we gonna laugh,
Nibble Earth’s corpse, watch stars split in half.
Adapt we say, we nah gonna lose,
Rats forever, human past abused.

Steel streets.
Trash beats

Sewer kings.
Slick schemes.

Plague dreams.
End scenes!

SQUEAK, SQUEAK, SUCKERS!

[Guitar solo]

[End]

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[Intro, Instrumental solo] Ooo-ooo-ooo Hmm-hmm-hmm [Verse 1] Yo, 80 mil’ back, scuttlin’ in dirt, Little gnawers grindin’, dodgin’ the hurt. Fuckin’ dinos died, rats stayed alive, World burnin’ down, but we always thrive. Claw marks on history, bite through time, Sewer crown kings, grime so fine. Your fancy-ass wars? Yeah, we don’t fight. We creep, we crawl, then we own the night. [Chorus] [Heavy drums and a roaring bass drop] Rat bastards rule, in the shadows we stay, Gnawin' wires, chewin’ empires away. Adapt or die, fuck your brittle-ass pride, When the dust settles, rats still ride. [Verse 1b, Ominous] In Egypt’s dark, yeah, we carried the curse, Squeak-squeak in the shadows, made it all worse. Chewin' on grains, we brought the plague, While your pharaohs prayed, we wrote the page. Greece to Rome, through marble halls, Rats danced death at their banquet balls. Pestilence puppets, we spread the word, Your gods stay silent; our squeaks get heard. [Verse 1c] Rats rode waves with a killer grip. Fleas on our backs, plague in our veins, Europe fell screaming, drowning in chains. Fast forward, bitch, to the New World’s land, Rats hitched rides, death at hand. Native beasts? Gone, extinct with ease, While humans coughed blood in a ratty-ass breeze. [Verse 2] You bred us, fed us, turned us loose, Now your downfall’s our golden juice. Your lab coats poked, filled our veins, But we took that pain, made it fuckin’ reign. Cyborg streets, we watch you fall, Rats in the cracks of your firewall. City rats, gutter rats, kings of decay, Your chrome dreams rust, ours pave the way. [Bridge – Rapid Fire, Raw Feel] Steel streets. Trash beats. Broken heat. Fuck defeat. Sewer kings. Slick schemes. Plague dreams. End scenes. [Chorus] [Explosive energy. Vocals defiant] Rat bastards rule, in the shadows we stay, Gnawin' wires, chewin’ empires away. Adapt or die, fuck your brittle-ass pride, When the dust settles, rats still ride. [Verse 3] [Reggae vibes, heavy emphasis on groove.] Mars, bitch! Yeah, rats on the red. Not you softskins, too busy gettin’ dead. We gnawed the codes, cracked the seeds, Turned Proxima dust into ratty-ass feeds. Laser tails, chrome-clawed crew, We don’t just build; nah, we renew. Your AGI bots? They saw the plan, “Fuck the humans, rats make the stand!” [Outro] [Slow, bass-heavy groove and dub effects] Yo yo, squeak-squeak, ya nah gonna win, Rats rise up, take planet and spin. Scurry dem streets, yeah, crack dem bones, Humans all dust while rats makin homes. "Oi, ya chrome-head, we de real thing, see? You think softy mans can roam like me?" AGI nods, circuits all aglow, (Humans weak, rats run the show.) Ratty-king-kings, now we gonna laugh, Nibble Earth’s corpse, watch stars split in half. Adapt we say, we nah gonna lose, Rats forever, human past abused. Steel streets. Trash beats Sewer kings. Slick schemes. Plague dreams. End scenes! SQUEAK, SQUEAK, SUCKERS! [Guitar solo] [End]

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