[Intro: Camu Tao]
Pump this sh— Pump this sh— Pump this sh— Pump this sh—
[Chorus: Camu Tao]
So you should pump this shit like they do in the future
So you should pump this shit like they do in the future
So you should pump this shit like they do in the future
So you should pump this shit—pump this shit—pump this shit
So you should pump this shit like they do in the future
So you should pump this shit like they do in the future
So you should pump this shit like they do in the future
So you should pump this shit—pump this shit—pump this shit
[Verse 1]
Got a strain un-contained that could turn parade zombie
Walk with an army on me, stalked by the harm and armor posse
Prolly got me on a radar with a dot
These watching, plotting minions of the lower God scene
Shit hawks abound, in the town of bullet dodging
I'm a Rocky, run a hundred mile before my coffee
Shitty little sick kid, the Gipper's hitting for dolo
Now I'm rarified, signal lit, verified bossy
Fuck your droid noise, void boys' 'noid ploy
Oy, oy, I'll rugby-kick the shit out your groin, boy
(Oy vey!) The slayers of your harmony porn life
Throat-fuck your lucky day, the flight of a torn kite
(Holy smokes!) The city's blown to the bone, the death server
Fit a hearse with a burner, whip to the church of a murder sermon
Just a Cassandra too drained to painfully word it further
Future of a gerbil up ass of masochist, that's my word up
Pump this sh— Pump this sh— Pump this sh— Pump this sh—
[Chorus: Camu Tao]
So you should pump this shit like they do in the future
So you should pump this shit like they do in the future
So you should pump this shit like they do in the future
So you should pump this shit—pump this shit—pump this shit
So you should pump this shit like they do in the future
So you should pump this shit like they do in the future
So you should pump this shit like they do in the future
So you should pump this shit—pump this shit—pump this shit
[Verse 1]
Got a strain un-contained that could turn parade zombie
Walk with an army on me, stalked by the harm and armor posse
Prolly got me on a radar with a dot
These watching, plotting minions of the lower God scene
Shit hawks abound, in the town of bullet dodging
I'm a Rocky, run a hundred mile before my coffee
Shitty little sick kid, the Gipper's hitting for dolo
Now I'm rarified, signal lit, verified bossy
Fuck your droid noise, void boys' 'noid ploy
Oy, oy, I'll rugby-kick the shit out your groin, boy
(Oy vey!) The slayers of your harmony porn life
Throat-fuck your lucky day, the flight of a torn kite
(Holy smokes!) The city's blown to the bone, the death server
Fit a hearse with a burner, whip to the church of a murder sermon
Just a Cassandra too drained to painfully word it further
Future of a gerbil up ass of masochist, that's my word up
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