Released on March 14, 2025

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[Verse 1]

Check the coordinates

Something's a mess in the orbit

Best get a hold of it

A routine check will make it known

Scanning international space

For a satellite that's out of place

Shouldn't be a red light shining on the face

Of this analyst, but the interface is all solid

And that's bad, time for everybody to find a crashpad

Or bunker, nobody would've thunk but

It's plain to see, another unexplainable anomaly

If money's unavailable, inevitably anything depending on the stable Internet is gonna crash (Tear it down)

Debatable what happens after that, it doesn't matter, really

All she gotta know is that it's bad

So she

Ring the alarm, please be on guard

Though these things are often harmless

No need to be alarming, but please be warned

Easily this leads to carnage

People freak with no tech

Microchip in yo' neck

Won't connect, evil things be offline

Again, things'll be fine

Probably

Modified, anybody'll prodigy up

That's how it oughta be, Dodgers be knocking the plugs

Fucking up all the advances, when the chances

Of them making a dent are the damnedest

Understand, it's the


[Refrain]

Dodger

Find them

End them


[Chorus]

Virus, virus

Time is of the essence

When you find this virus

Mind its obsolescence

You must kill that shit

Kill that shit

Kill that shit

Kill it


[Verse 2]

Human unedited, ended the technical betterment

For all the rest of 'em, though

Upend excessive unethical detriments

What are they other than pests to control?

(Pests to control)

Best get the trap, group 'em together and dead 'em like that

You can loop in the general public, they love it

You justify suffering by snuffing a rat

Pickin' up a hot wire

Hear the clipping, you can tell he spittin' hot fire

But see the difference, he is managing to hand 'em propaganda

Understand he do the damage of a Rottweiler

Bite down, with a

Jaw on swole and mug on mean

Wakin' up your family with stuff unseen

Errybody panickin' because that dream

Show 'em all the savagery of them Rat Things

That shit gon' fuck up the order

Have 'em throwing fits when they stuck at the border

Feelin' that they deserve better than a police state shit

If you knew better, do better, bitch don't hate

She think to herself

She run through the halls

She flippin' the switch

She making the call

On the direct line to a president's head

But the President is already dead

(What?)


[Refrain]

Dodger

Find them

End them


[Chorus]

Virus virus, time is of the essence

When you find this virus

Mind its obsolescence

You must kill that shit

Kill that shit

Kill that shit

Kill it


[Bridge]

Be the citizen you need to be

If innocence is in your future

You are either in the net

Or you against the wall

Either a protector or rejector

And rejectors won't be tolerated

They'll be hunted down to help eject them all

Be the citizen you need to be

If innocence is in your future

You are either in the net

Or you against the wall

Either a protector or rejector

And rejectors won't be tolerated

They'll be hunted down to help eject them all


[Chorus]

Virus, virus

Time is of the essence

When you find this virus

Mind its obsolescence

You must kill that shit

Kill that shit

Kill that shit

Kill it


[Interlude]

Kill it

Kill it

Kill it

Kill it

Kill it

Kill it

Kill—


[Outro]

See how he run

See how he run

See how he never would pick up a gun

See how he jump like it was nothing on the Earth to hold him down

Gotta admit, that look like fun

It look like fun

The fuck is fun when the war ain't done?

If the war ain't done, then the war ain't won

And you swore to uphold all the pillars of the federated something-some, uh, um

The song they used to hum at school

With the rules and the reasons to do all the things that you do

In the name of the thing

What the fuck is the shit they sang?

But this man elevates, and it makes it seem insane

Asinine, even, assassinate him for what?

Justify treason to capture this feeling, has to be love

It's dust on the heart, gotta get the rust off

It's a muscle, you must jumpstart

It's been a minute, isn't it a little bit bitter

To be intimate with the enemy anyway?

It is better to cut

That would make you a Dodger, too

True, but if that's really what you gotta do

You just admit it's a better ending

To end up defending the very enemy you meant to subdue