[Intro: Camu Tao]

Pump this sh— Pump this sh— Pump this sh— Pump this sh—

[Chorus: Camu Tao]

So you should pump this shit like they do in the future

So you should pump this shit like they do in the future

So you should pump this shit like they do in the future

So you should pump this shit—pump this shit—pump this shit

So you should pump this shit like they do in the future

So you should pump this shit like they do in the future

So you should pump this shit like they do in the future

So you should pump this shit—pump this shit—pump this shit

[Verse 1: El-P]

Got a strain un-contained that could turn parade zombie

Walk with an army on me, stalked by the harm and armor posse

Prolly got me on a radar with a dot

These watching, plotting minions of the lower God scene

Shit hawks abound, in the town of bullet dodging

I'm a Rocky, run a hundred mile before my coffee

Shitty little sick kid, the Gipper's hitting for dolo

Now I'm rarified, signal lit, verified bossy

Fuck your droid noise, void boys' 'noid ploy

Oy, oy, I'll rugby-kick the shit out your groin, boy

(Oy vey!) The slayers of your harmony porn life

Throat-fuck your lucky day, the flight of a torn kite

(Holy smokes!) The city's blown to the bone, the death server

Fit a hearse with a burner, whip to the church of a murder sermon

Just a Cassandra too drained to painfully word it further

Future of a gerbil up ass of masochist, that's my word up

[Chorus: Camu Tao]

So you should pump this shit like they do in the future

So you should pump this shit like they do in the future

So you should pump this shit like they do in the future

So you should pump this shit—pump this shit—pump this shit

[Bridge: El-P & Camu Tao]

(Pump this shit) In your floating whip system

(Pump this shit) In the bread line, the prison

(Pump this shit) From the chip under your wrist skin

(Pump this shit) You are so fucking paranoid

[Verse 2: El-P]

I am Sam, I am known to go HAM, the full retard

Playing taps on a keytar, in the Benz or the Bimmer

Either, etherlicious or rebel yelling anathema

Son of forgotten freedom, rebel, ¡arriba 'riba!

Metal and man have melted, settle in to the FEMA, dreamer

Your polluted house speaker, leader

Yes, indeed-a, dawn of the dirt and doom draws nearer

Here's a mirror, mirror to peer, fear grows clearer

Steer a path away from the panic of our era

Pyramided ocular, unlidded insignia

Weirder, here's another burner born and big in ya

Sector, rectified and fly sound selector

I'm a fucking ill, trill, kill at will, et cetera

BK to the basic DNA math measurer

Better leave the lion alone, do not pet him

He'll fuck-start your burp-hole, jet in burgundy pleather, whoa

[Chorus: Camu Tao]

So you should pump this shit like they do in the future

So you should pump this shit like they do in the future

So you should pump this shit like they do in the future

So you should pump this shit like they do in the f—f—

[Break: Shifted Voice]

(Future) Where harmony and love reign

(Future) No longer do we live in a society bent on its own destruction

(Future) Children of every race, creed, and religion frolic

(Future) Through fields of golden dandelions

[Break: El-P & Camu Tao]

(Pump this shit) Lil bitch

Lil bitch

(Pump this shit) Lil bitch

Haha, that's some Camu shit

[Verse 3: El-P]

Those who know, lust. Trust: the flow is disgust, touch

Producto back rap rush, you'll notice the lad crush

I'm potent, intact, a blackhearted and lunged-up

Tarded and touched, plus designer of Funcrush'

Oh, El is back on that shit, huh? That Paincave Kid talk

At the end of the pain-bow, the permanent stain bot

Maligning my name will Holy Ark up your squad's face

Viewers of the divine rage learn to worship the hard way

You get it? I don't fade, just float where the poem slays

At home with a roach, hazed, alone or with hoes, great

I called but got a tone: better boat out the borough post-haste