Lyrics: 

[RU]
( Overwatch announcer ) 

[EN]
Caught em' all dead.
Call em' up on a contact, now I'm on callback! 
"Oh, me..."
On facts, on this, on that.. make up your mind!

( What? )

Envious distress, to attest this main nemesis. 
Forklift the little top of his proud premise. 
A bandit or an high-level ionized feralist, like a carrot tip marriage to experience what embarrassed is.

What the fuck's a parallist? "P" for on your interglot, hit, I'm a press( -i-didn't ), get your ass down little bitch so I can finish this.
Sit the fuck down ( legit ), like I'm your failing therapist.

Piss on your chest to detest this mess of of a failing distress to our civil unrest, like a moldy wet diaper pressed undressed as she's suckin' my dick like a dumb fuckin' dog  and we riding this bitch like it's foresight. 

What's our fuckin' problem? ( To be aware or have the right to know what's goin' on? )

Knock you down to Fahrenheit, a marathon of merits for a walking fucking parasite, and every corporate shill that wishes that his girls are tight, I'll force to down a pack a' anthrax so they can sleep at night.

Bitch, your hearin' really "right?"

"%2.1f" [prod Channel32 / thatfox]

BEATING POLITICIANS TO DEATH WITH HAMMERS

THE BACK SEAT FUCK THE "UNDERGROUND".

"This is probably the exact feeling you'd have if you were ODing on heroin while on a rollercoaster..

It's like mentally being tazed while someone shouts at you. Toothache in the brain and you can understand why. "

Backseatvomit emerged from the depths of the vomit stained back seat of a 2000 Honda Civic, rotting away somewhere in the Appalachian mountains.

(1/2) BACKSEATVOMIT:
@itsthatfox
@backseatvomit

Other project:
@las-vegas-mortar-strike