[Verse 1]

I was born in the chatrooms

Ban all babyboomers from computers

Born furious, black Rudolph Nureyev

Not really though, I'm YouTube

You just Vimeo

Ey, how many Gs a year does the pope make?

Ey, how many seeds a year can your throat take?

You outdated like Netscape and VCRs

I think your shit need CPR

I think your shit needs get taken out back

Needs to get thrown in the trash

And what the fuck you gone do about that?

What the fuck you gone do when the blackhandpath

Crosses the wires and lights the pyres

Usurps the throne, becomes the sires

Nothing left to do but follow the fires

[Verse 2]

Oh no no no, you done fucked up now, initiate hatemode

Universal source code, throw 'em in the rivers

Tam, Cuomo

Mad foreign, gimme the yen, gimme the yen

Blackhandpath knows this for certain

Back hand slap will bust your turban

All fates will worsen

You don't wanna get me primed up

I end up the in the line-up

Suspected of crimes I'll be jailed up

And down the eastern seaboard coastal line yup

That ain't a boast of mine son

But I toast to crime dun

I’m accessing the funds

Whether keyboard or gun

[Verse 3]

Let 'em snitch let 'em be

Let 'em die

When the cops investigate deny

Everything fucking thing they ask

All the time, local cops or FBI

I ain't out for a fair game

Lames'll get maimed

Hack the mainframe or lace the Tim's boots and sell 'cain

The hustle is the same

[Verse 4]

They know they done fucked up now

The problem child ain't silent now

Up in the DSM wiling out

Dosed on DXM who's smiling now

Soaked to the bone in poison

Addicted to the broken noise and

Full collapse no rejoicing

Fatal noise ending choices