Bork Bork by Finn Martin

I sever the method coming correct to establish a better connection
No matter the fees the badder the fight the bigger I'm growing my henchmen
I summon the force to fight all these enemies killing at my discretion
I’m kicking back watching chopping up all these extra pensions

Me and mine we were raised on that spycraft
Meanwhile all y'all minting shit that looks like minecraft
It’s a good thing we’ve spent billions on technology
That let’s these plebs setup decentralized monopolies

This revolution only leads to further destitution
When the drone hands you a grenade that shit is not illusion
you know we got some nice solutions absolutely
In the back room with the magical money making machinery

Trying to learn what we can from these machine elves
Taking all these lessons and spin them into free wealth
Single out the meaningful shit that’s done me well
Visualized syncing up lines then freak retail

They pulling out all the stops hell froze over
And dispatch the last Cointelpro
The world don’t even know when the cold war made it home
Lack of any credible story thanks to them old crows

And we ain’t even drawing the straws
Lighting molly-tovs all night long boss for the write offs
Sign off, violently silent check the repo
Motherfucker we ain’t going nowhere till they FREE DO!

Verse 2

Mother fuckers out here feeling trapped inside an avalanche
Out committing smash and grabs masquerading saddle bags
Blazing hot cattle brands waiting on these hashtags
Sending satellite telemetry right to my battle ax

I’m swinging left and right web3 never seen it coming
Like a female in real life they never seen her coming
Show me the eye witness there ain’t no fly mistress
Just Rosy palms hanging out with her five sisters

Meanwhile we out here trying to not die of boredom
Doing technical analysis on Moore's law just to short it
It’s not that I'm bearish on the tech lore
I’m just not that bullish being on boarded by the borg

When AI becomes the lord of war you better guard your horde
Sorting out disorders, bored, going door to door
It’s all gervy turds, cinnamon and bork bork
Feeling like the swedish chef feeding all these dork dorks

And we ain’t even drawing the straws
Lighting molly-tovs all night long boss for the write offs
Sign off, violently silent check the repo
Motherfucker we ain’t going nowhere till they FREE DO!

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