[lyrics originally transcripted by jimmy dyna, onesecbeforetheend & etze]

Bugs, gremlins, devils, sprites

Yeah

Digital sprites

They done surround your brain like soul train

Mischievious, trying to sabotage your whole game

Beware, always disable your damn webcam

Or end up like "Fam, where the fuck is my hand?"

They’re like the flesh eating virus, but zeros and ones

And if they ever take over, fuck heroes and guns

They got the digi-death rays and trolling cancer patients

If you wanna be a cunt you will find them inspirational

They lurk in the back with spyware

Pissing in your suit like “Fuck it, it's my year.”

Booby trap your house with the cherry bomb arsenal

Lurking behind mirrors and doors, laughing hard at you

As the pie slams into your grill

They hack your Facebook status with a mission to kill

Writing dummy shit, like "Justin Bieber's so sexy and tall"

And so and so soul sucks kangaroo balls

They made world rap famous for all the hat makers

And even made a lane for all the rap haters

The illest one out of the swarm

Will fill up your bosses email with hardcore porn

If you miss a bus or a train, it will sabotage

They are to blame for everything, not the avatar

Doing everything in their power to make you look like the odd one

For real, this is a problem

Sprites, bugs, gremlins, devils (x4)

Yo, a sunny day turns to shit standing out in the hood

A car splashes you with a puddle and wets you up good

In the driver seat laughing there’s a digital sprite

Working solo, looking like the criminal type

Spilling a drink on your laptop to ruin your life

Doing it twice instead of coming through with advice

Hiding your keys, throwing apples, then hiding in trees

And making jellyfish sting you when you dive in the sea

Mmm, scratch your favorite CDs and draw smileys

The live feed shows them scratching patterns at high speed

Knocking books off the shelf, raise a toast

To a pixelated devil, you thought it was a ghost

They escaped from the old-school computer-game junk yard

Angry at the world for being left for dead thus far

The failed hype, sticking bananas in your tail-pipe

Malevolent, coming from underground, not the heaven-sent

The quickest way to get rid of it

Get a taser, send 'em into oblivion

A reoccurring, 8-bit multicolored explosions

Think positive and keep the lifestyle golden

You know at times, life may seems like it's trying to get you

Like the whole universe is trying to sweat you

But quit the whining! Sometimes life ain't fair!

You just - We gotta give a shout out to Clive Sinclair

Sprites, bugs, gremlins, devils (x4)