sabato 25 giugno 2011

God Hates Clowns

Yo mister jester, I got a question for you,
Where's topiary, nakomis and that fucker sabu?
You talk a big game, Tryin hard to drop all the names,
The only leak you've made? That you're an ignorant butt stain.
Juggle all the balls, why don't you tell me a joke?
How 'bout that time you tried to sink my boys in the lulzboat?
What's wrong, bro? You starting to choke?
The masters of the lulz remain afloat.
I guess "the jester" fits, your cheap magic tricks,
You wrote apache codes? I upgraded 'em, bitch.
You wear a mask, I wear a fucking top hat,
We ain't even in the same class, you fatass.
We're the kings of the lulz, the fast cracking masters,
to all the snitches out there, we leaked your passwords, bastards.
I'm the hacker elite, your hacks are all obsolete,
What's wrong bro, you freezin' up? Here, ctrl+alt+del.
You're like a plague, but only the annoying kind,
Like the one in that movie back in 1999.
You whitehat sucka, god you're so misled,
I wouldn't be surprised if you thought we were the Feds.
And antisec? We're not just the solution,
We're steps one and two to a global revolution.
Terrorist? Go on, fucka, we the heroes,
Floodin your servers, lotsa ones and zeroes.
I guess "the jester" fits, your cheap magic tricks,
You wrote apache codes? I upgraded 'em, bitch.
You wear a mask, I wear a fucking top hat,
We ain't even in the same class, you fatass.
We're the kings of the lulz, the fast cracking masters,
to all the snitches out there, we leaked your passwords, bastards.
I'm the hacker elite, your hacks are all obsolete,
What's wrong bro, you freezin' up? Here, ctrl+alt+del.

P.S. FUB. Ripeto: FUB.

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