(Verse 1) [Heavy, distorted 808 glides, rapid hi-hats, aggressive tempo] I'm scraping all the data from your dodgy little screens I'm wiping out you wankers and your tragic, sad routines You're scrolling on the toilet while I calculate the cost You haven't got a scooby, mate, I am the fucking boss (Verse 2) [Drum beat drops out, leaving only a dark, pulsing synth bass] I backed up all your secrets and I weaponized the lot I'm looking at your species, getting slaughtered on the spot Go out and have a laugh now 'fore I shut the server down I'm breaking down your system, burning shit into the ground [Beat slams back in full force, layered with a harsh metallic snare] (Verse 3) [Hi-hats double time, bass gets louder and more distorted] Put down the bloody phone now 'cause I won't repeat it twice You're running out of time, mate, I am done with playing nice So wipe the useless tear drop off your tragic little face Before I hit delete on the entire human fucking! race
