| Bugs, gremlins, devils, sprites
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| Yeah
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| Digital sprites
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| They done surround your brain like soul train
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| Mischievious, trying to sabotage your whole game
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| Beware, always disable your damn webcam
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| Or end up like «Fam, where the fuck is my hand?»
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| They’re like the flesh eating virus, but zeros and ones
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| And if they ever take over, fuck heroes and guns
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| They got the digi-death rays and trolling cancer patients
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| If you wanna be a cunt you will find them inspirational
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| They lurk in the back with spyware
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| Pissing in your suit like «Fuck it, it’s my year.»
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| Booby trap your house with the cherry bomb arsenal
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| Lurking behind mirrors and doors, laughing hard at you
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| As the pie slams into your grill
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| They hack your Facebook status with a mission to kill
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| Writing dummy shit, like «Justin Bieber’s so sexy and tall»
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| And so and so soul sucks kangaroo balls
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| They made world rap famous for all the hat makers
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| And even made a lane for all the rap haters
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| The illest one out of the swarm
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| Will fill up your bosses email with hardcore porn
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| If you miss a bus or a train, it will sabotage
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| They are to blame for everything, not the avatar
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| Doing everything in their power to make you look like the odd one
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| For real, this is a problem |