Hansel - Generate Humans Lyrics

You couldn't possibly be fucking ready for meI generated the phosphate to fuse with my old school hateSynced to the beat decomposed fucking smelly feetThe shit's far from ill it sucks dick pickle dillsStanding here at your grave with the likes of Pat MagillSpittin' on the head stone I bet you fuckin' died aloneAnd now a multitude snacks your fucking bonesFailed to achieve the excellence that you'd once shownYou think to yourself deep in the groundAre they laughing at me, what the fuck is that sound?Ready for an inoculation?The year is 1954, and I'm at the doorWith my thumbs balls-deep in a Croatian whoreKnife fighting at the ice cream social, fucking hardcoreYou stand stunned at my sight, my beats are fuckin' tightTry to hold a candle to me but the flames are in my peeSuck my piss bitches, or else leave with a mouth of stitchesYour arms are now replaced with some fucking titsesThe way we operate, motherfucking inoculateYou got a cherry red Stratocaster, you're fuckin' greatNow shut the fuck up while I blast beats on your fucking faceYour last moment on earth, realize you're eternally replacedBitch