My name's Viktor, elite code scripter

From a Soviet satellite that's cold in the winter

Pack my own malware, write my own crypters

With more entropy than a mersenne twister

Evade antivirus, IDS filters

Leave the scene cleaner than mops and a Swiffer

A few years ago our economy crashed

The paper that we use is worth more than the cash

Can't afford furniture or tables to eat on

Fam'lies working overtime just to keep the heat on

An unstable government with no longevity

The currency I work with is stolen identities

Credit cards, PIN numbers, searching for the purest

Social security and national insurance

Buy some, sell some, archive and trade them

Compromise accounts almost faster than they make them

I'm not in a group or a crew or a clique

Just a handful of people that I do business with

We all use a forum that's hidden from the web

On a non-privileged port and encrypted instead

On a dark network where the bots come and serve

I've hacked with the admin, he's good to his word

My inbox now is like something from a dream

With a note sent from an account I've never seen

A member of ours was arrested and siezed

Our data turned over to the DC3

Also the admin's a CIA plant

So you'd better pack up and make a run while you can

Cash out accounts, make a dash out of town

They're coming to your house less than two days from now

Is this stuff for real? I don't know where it's coming from

One last thing, don't trust anyone

Better run

Message still there, screen filled with caution

Gotta think quickly and weigh all the options

Hard drives encrypted with a big key of mine

They'll never get to factor the relative prime

The only plain traffic they'd see is bittorrent

But where I live there's no such thing as a warrant

Court's one-sided, they prove any fact

Two days to pack, might be sooner than that

Increase the matter at hand

Blast the front door with a battering ram

Pull the plug, out the window and I'm flying away

Trying not to slip on the fire escape

Forgetting all my files and the password for root

Look back and I see two suits in pursuit

Car pulls up now they've blocked off the entrance

Next stop USA, off to serve a sentence