Rubbing that clit robotic bitch
They faking that shit so that pleasure simed
Got blades in the wrist it's that severance
Augmented the chip and its settled in
Talk through the box it synthetically vocalize
Packet get scrambled they failing to notify
Tote Hella poles but it ain't finna go and fly
Shit is a cross between Harlan and lord of flies
Cooling that motherboard up in the center
Wired up body it hang from the tether
Spreading the virus applying the preasure
I do what I want I ain't worried bout pleasure
Liquid state living ain't getting no better
Stick out the port if that boy getting clever
Copy the data and div up the rest
Finna close up his tags if that boy wanna enter
We're the trojan
Let us in and you feel broken
Cables running from my head straight
To the motion
We're the moshpit soldier bitch you're the soja
For the game you have no token
We're the roster we told ya
Scan the retina
Run the decimals
You a mutant and I'm a sentinal
Cords like tentacles
Numbers identical
You dont need support cause it's not that technical
Higher conciousness
You a bottom bitch
Touch the monolith
Got an offer that I cannot miss
Human evolution on the fritz
Download your mind and we upload it straight to a computer chip
Then we step on that shit
Mercs right back in this bitch
Lost in the web and look like a glitch
Patched up
Hacked up
Cant get backed up
Hard drive smashed on your laptop
Get down treat me like your new God
New bod upload the virus we watching your mind rot
He wanna get it I might erase his face
Render a nuke I might wait for days
Live in a haze we gon end your ways
Delete your memory you a waste of space
He wanna get it I might erase his face
Render a nuke I might wait for days
Live in a haze we gon end your ways
Delete your memory you a waste of space
We're the trojan
Let us in and you feel broken
Cables running from my head straight
To the motion
We're the moshpit soldier bitch you're the soja
For the game you have no token
We're the roster we told ya
Covert ops gonna pay my bills
Fill his scripts with cyanide pills
Stock to the face he couldn't find his chill
Didn't even know what hit him now his life worth nil
Bugs in the walls now we listen to his every move
We got file after file in the control room
You aint nothing but another number motherfucker
Better consume or you gon meet your doom
It's too late it's too late you done fucked up
It's too late it's too late you done fucked up
We're the trojan
Let us in and you feel broken
Cables running from my head straight
To the motion
We're the moshpit soldier bitch you're the soja
For the game you have no token
We're the roster we told ya