Terror arrives leading to panic stations Don’t park your arse on a yellow line coz you’re getting- a -citation Double cross our nation with all this abomination and how they get out the lasers and then bomb our nation You could be taking it easy on yourself I am not fazed I’m a modern cyber mullet I just blaze preparing for the next phase Pump up my laze with mate Patrick swayze Year 2080 I’m 99 and shits craze coz I’m still fighting skynet these days In the dystopian haze, where chaos plays, Terror sparking panic in mysterious ways. Red laser lines mark the path of citation, Still Double-crossing our nation, an abomination. Out come the lasers, a dance with devastation, Bombing our homeland, a grim situation. Unfazed, I blaze into the next phase, With Patrick Swayze, my partner during this cyperpunking craze. In 2080, I am 99, I got problems Bitch I Am still in the fight, Skynet's grip lingers, but I'll defy n deny it tonight. Through the cybernetic maze, where all fear delays, alright that causes fright so I am mustering up My champagne might loaded up my laser corks for the fight might get strangled by wires tonight but I’m gonna be as a kite they’ll be crying kilobytes I stand strong, never succumbing and never resisting that fucker big brothers gaze Drones patrol the sky scanning throughout the haze I jump in my flying car during this beer drought and then spit and peeeeun a few lasers at the bar I can see fucking mafia aliens from afar looking like a scaly jafar I’ve taken this shit too far I’m in the wrong year Narrrr Larry knocks back a pint of champagne A ninja robot snuck up at the bar And then larry hits him and the short circuited robot says out loud what a fuck up Beyond the ice wall chaos ensues During the mortal combat playoffs next tues You’re all have your necks ko’d by lasers, if you refuse