[Verse 1 - Farma G]

I'm gonna jack your Stargate, burn the enterprise

Fuck the scenery and all of the mini-mes

MFTC black beard anarchy, planetary impulse

Speed passin' tour bus

Life's been a mad game of Pac-man (the snack hunt)

Hacksaw Hogan, you run like Logan

Search for your sanctuary, victims of vanity

Lost in a circle that changed to a hexagon

Luther Pendragon, power of the pentagon

Drowns you in fantasy then dragged through reality (screamin')

The name of the McBane family, angrily

Gripping the ledge of your sanity

Chess box moves the MP, we heavily

Hand out thе punishment all over the tеrritory

Backhand duppies we dead now the zombies (bring bring)

Keepers of keyholes, we mentally (ill!)

We wipe out a scene full of say so

Mind out roll, there'll be blood on your shell toes

Heeding the warning, a new day is dawning

Fuck with the McBane formula we startin' (wars!)

Ready or not blud it's on now

Shot down dead in the night (we're the underground)

Fights for your space on

Mic's drawn at high noon is well due

Suffered the death of Matt Edrose [?]

[Verse 2 - Chester P]

Flash by me and splashed him so

I got juice in my stroll blud fresh off the big screen

Face pale like sir reapers

To speak Franklyn the kin came and smoked your reefer

Transmit my way of life through your speaker

The speaker, speak my mind like a preacher

Rolled three sixes froze and had seizures

Only went school, to steal from the teachers

Real from the heart blud, I eat what I feed ya

Raw to the factor, caught up in spirals

When your door taps look through your spyhole

You'll get an eye full of rivalry

If you live like a outlaw you'll die over half a beat

MFTC'd out on a winters night

Thick as thieves, mind full of dynamite

And this whole scene's sodomised

You'll get crushed on the dotted line

Ain't stopping my rocket ship

Meet Dr. Apocalypse stuck from the nothingness

Keep watching this anarchist

Straight fresh from the pits