| You bow, back rounds | |
| Drop down, like a forty hertz sound | |
| It ain't pretty and your ditty sounds odd | |
| When this motherfucker drops you | |
| Like an act of god | |
| Sustain's the game | |
| Establish one more brand name | |
| I'll be crushing all the rushing mules | |
| When this motherfucker shreds you | |
| With a touch of the oldschool | |
| Houston | |
| We're landing on your fuckin' face | |
| Serene, obscene | |
| Can't get my ass to intervene | |
| It ain't working when the company's broke | |
| 'Cause this motherfucker grabbed you | |
| Just to make you choke | |
| Inside your eyes | |
| I see right through your mind | |
| Fearful stopping of the robot thoughts | |
| When this motherfucker drops you | |
| Like an act of god |