 Your microphone explodes, shattering the modes Need a drop of hits like De La Oa Get the f*** out the commode with the short shot Short will make your body drop, drop But no cambio, no carnage or co-op Terror rays trenching, quenching the thirst of the power dawn That five-sided vinegar, air-rotting soil on the face above the earth Gets bigger, the trigger's cold, empty your throat Riding round the family