Lyrics ORWELL - TUNDRAMANE

Dystopia the population panics
Feelin manic
With a finger on the automatic
Wipin out fanatics
Is there not a better way
Light the world in copper spray
Nothin you could pray away anyway ho
Flippin back that gold plated pistol
Hangin from my hip
Skippin over flim flam
Bust it once and now you rip
Mothafuckas testin like they teachers
And they wanted it
Im the one that cheatin
With that barrel drum saiga bitch
Test it once
Test it twice
Know you watch it rip
Like a fuckin beyblade
Rippin through the fuckin skin
Violence is the new slang
Speak it quick and you will win
Watch out for the cameras
The feds they know its pay to win