I got verb skills, babies and bills, brothers who smoke krills
and still tryin’ to get himself together from it

I give you enough light cable to hang yourself
Place your name on the waitin list for hell
With the rest of the cel gangsters
and gashes on your back with the lashes with the mic cord

I wanna devise a virus
To bring dire straits to your environments,
Crush your corporations with a mild touch,
Trash your whole computer system

And revert you to papyrus.