Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Generate Humans , by - Hansel. Song from the album Lorentzian Lineshaper, in the genre ЭлектроникаRelease date: 21.09.2006
Record label: D-Trash
Song language: English
Generate Humans |
| You couldn’t possibly be fucking ready for me |
| I generated the phosphate to fuse with my old school hate |
| Synced to the beat decomposed fucking smelly feet |
| The shit’s far from ill it sucks dick pickle dills |
| Standing here at your grave with the likes of Pat Magill |
| Spittin' on the head stone I bet you fuckin' died alone |
| And now a multitude snacks your fucking bones |
| Failed to achieve the excellence that you’d once shown |
| You think to yourself deep in the ground |
| Are they laughing at me, what the fuck is that sound? |
| Ready for an inoculation? |
| The year is 1954, and I’m at the door |
| With my thumbs balls-deep in a Croatian whore |
| Knife fighting at the ice cream social, fucking hardcore |
| You stand stunned at my sight, my beats are fuckin' tight |
| Try to hold a candle to me but the flames are in my pee |
| Suck my piss bitches, or else leave with a mouth of stitches |
| Your arms are now replaced with some fucking titses |
| The way we operate, motherfucking inoculate |
| You got a cherry red Stratocaster, you’re fuckin' great |
| Now shut the fuck up while I blast beats on your fucking face |
| Your last moment on earth, realize you’re eternally replaced |
| Bitch |