| Beep! |
| Transcode data
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| Beep! |
| Transcode data
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| Transcode data, beep!
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| Transcode data, transcode data
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| The original leetest haxor
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| Breaking into you through the back door
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| Sombra, leetest haxor
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| Sombra, through the back door
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| Sombra, leetest haxor
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| Sombra, through the back door
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| The original leetest haxor
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| Breaking into you through the back door
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| Beep! |
| Transcode data
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| Beep! |
| Transcode data
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| One nanosecond she’s in Hanzo’s face
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| 'Til the translocator translocates her
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| Then she’s spamming up in Hanzo’s base
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| Until Hanzo’s mates all can locate her
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| Digital safecracker, no key needed
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| The original hacker, so Kiwi
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| Living at one amid the zeroes and ones
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| Bigger than the sum of her parts, uh clearing your funds
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| Draining your bank balance, the latest in hack talents
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| The way that Russia does on the day that we cast ballots
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| Oh quick, look quick
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| Yo come and see she just nicked your cryptocurrency
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| A wicked witch full of digital wisdom
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| Dismissing your strictest restrictions
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| Stick her on your list, she’ll switch up your mission
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| Bringing too many benefits to list them
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| And to her you’re just a glitch in the system
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| An unwanted shit stuck in the cistern
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| She’s out your league, look son, be reasonable
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| Sombra needs somebody that’s unbelievable
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| But finding a match worth swiping’s a task quite vast that you’ll find
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| unachievable
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| The original leetest haxor
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| Breaking into you through the back door
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| Sombra, leetest haxor
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| Sombra, through the back door
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| Sombra, leetest haxor
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| Sombra, through the back door
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| The original leetest haxor
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| Breaking into you through the back door
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| Beep! |
| Transcode data
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| Beep! |
| Transcode data
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| Maybe she’s born with it, maybe it’s Maybelline
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| Maybe she trained at it, maybe she trained her team
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| Is she using garnier to cloak up her greying hair?
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| We’ll never know 'cause there’s no fun in playing fair
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| No filter, no snapchat chatter
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| Only clapbacks from a lilac hat hacker
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| Highly equipped obviously
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| Pretty nifty with cryptography
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| Pirated Lucio’s entire discography
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| And possibly some dodgy pornography
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| But just when you think she’s about to get schooled
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| She disappears in a cloud of pixels
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| The Mexican mistress selecting her lipstick
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| By checking specific hexidemical triplets
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| Entering any electrical system
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| So heavily encrypted, it never existed
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| Penetrating memory sticks as if liquid
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| A develish dish heading direct to your district
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| But howcome hacking’s never depicted on the telly as being even relatively
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| realistic?
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| The way their hands are flapping clacking on the cherry reds
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| Seems to be more like they’re jacking off some merry man
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| In the little John at a roadside rest stop
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| God, it’s probably time I should close my desktop
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| The original leetest haxor
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| Breaking into you through the back door
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| The original leetest haxor
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| Breaking into you through the back door
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| Sombra, leetest haxor
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| Sombra, through the back door
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| Sombra, leetest haxor
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| Sombra, through the back door
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| The original leetest haxor
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| Breaking into you through the back door |