Megaton
You think you're Nasty Nas
You're just cringy as
Megaton
Whose side are you on?
Whose shit you don?
What form of murder do you want?
Kiloton, yeah
Combust the blast
No war, no death, no point
There's no fucker left
Apart from you
The emperor's new hoes on a record label
Who just sign all the dregs, let's face it
Wrap it in class politics
Give it some legs, give it some legs now
Megaton
No war, no death
Megaton, Megaton, Megaton, Megaton
Megaton
No war, no death
Megaton, Megaton, Megaton, Megaton
On me head son, don't make me laugh
They call me 00Lol, licensed to sign off the dole
Not really, I'm Prince Edward really, you whinger
Right, left, Fred like an horse shoe, he's good with the budget
Hello renters, I'm in you, urgh
I hate that saying, noughties bands say it when they drive into the next town they're playing
Megaton
No war, no death
Megaton, Megaton, Megaton, Megaton
Megaton
No war, no death
Megaton, Megaton, Megaton, Megaton
Yeah, weights and wanking
Hard bodies and phone lights, that's all we got
I got my stomach flat for the money shot
In shiny cars, Elvis jaws and no bras
On the road to nowhere
Nobody knows where to post anymore
Social media weight watchers, collabing with the same old fucking singers
Spray and pray, like lazy dog owners on short walks, mate
Wankers fucking toss parachutes from jizz-op aircraft carriers
Megaton
No war, no death
Megaton, Megaton, Megaton, Megaton
You think you're Nasty Nas
You're just cringy as
Megaton
Whose side are you on?
Whose shit you don?
What form of murder do you want?
Kiloton, yeah
Combust the blast
No war, no death, no point
There's no fucker left
Apart from you
The emperor's new hoes on a record label
Who just sign all the dregs, let's face it
Wrap it in class politics
Give it some legs, give it some legs now
Megaton
No war, no death
Megaton, Megaton, Megaton, Megaton
Megaton
No war, no death
Megaton, Megaton, Megaton, Megaton
On me head son, don't make me laugh
They call me 00Lol, licensed to sign off the dole
Not really, I'm Prince Edward really, you whinger
Right, left, Fred like an horse shoe, he's good with the budget
Hello renters, I'm in you, urgh
I hate that saying, noughties bands say it when they drive into the next town they're playing
Megaton
No war, no death
Megaton, Megaton, Megaton, Megaton
Megaton
No war, no death
Megaton, Megaton, Megaton, Megaton
Yeah, weights and wanking
Hard bodies and phone lights, that's all we got
I got my stomach flat for the money shot
In shiny cars, Elvis jaws and no bras
On the road to nowhere
Nobody knows where to post anymore
Social media weight watchers, collabing with the same old fucking singers
Spray and pray, like lazy dog owners on short walks, mate
Wankers fucking toss parachutes from jizz-op aircraft carriers
Megaton
No war, no death
Megaton, Megaton, Megaton, Megaton
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Such is the weight of trauma, guilt and powerlessness in privileged societies that we squirm like an overloaded petri dish full of algae fed by the algorithm. Everything is wrong and everything as a reaction is argued to be right, and in this we give birth to behaviours that smother solidarity and cause mass waves of haemorrhaging alienation while the world quietly collapses offscreen.
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