 The microphone explodes, shadow in the modes Need to drop the hits like De La Oa Get the f*** out the commode with a short shot Sure to make a body drive, drive But no cabrio, no corners of co-op Terror rains drenching, quenching the thirst of the power dawn That five-sided pentagon, they're rocking sore And the fate of the earth gets bigger The trigger's called M to your front Riding round the family