Running on a wire mark three o'clock
And it's the killing hour so I watch my back
Stepped in the place with the dancing grid
Dante's revenge by Leather Strip
Female on the grid and I had to jock
200 psi make that body rock
So I swiped my card and I'm ready to pimp
With the barcodes on my fingertips
Now don't step to me with that drunken lag
I'll leave your chest plate melted playing laser tag
See I gotta mack out three times a day
So what's your login name said Pris mark eight
You see these tats, the wings on my back
The pistol on my forearm that means I strike back
Plus I'm wet-wired so f*ck the empire
Well I feel the same so let's go baby
F*ck a different kind of cop I'm not soft like spock
29 died when my railgun popped
Now slags run for cover, these evil mothers
Creeping drop shadows leave your life force smothered
And you can call me Ebersol cuz I spit like aerosol
With my battle vest on and my phaser off stun
Splatterpunx with a rage against the machine
I'm not waiting for god I bomb 20
Ministries of infomatik electro assassin
So bring on the cataclysm I don't give a f*ck about it
Got that black tape for a blue girl
Straight macking when I'm off world
With the laugher in my hand yo I'm taking a puff
In a no drug zone not giving a f*ck
And the black hovercraft it creeps like a shroud
I'm not bumping Out Out it's the Sounds of Mass
Production
Rolling off the streets see the suckers try to
challenge but they can't compete
Smp - Three O Clock Lyrics
Smp - Three O Clock Lyrics
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Running on a wire mark three o'clock
And it's the killing hour so I watch my back
Stepped in the place with the dancing grid
Dante's revenge by Leather Strip
Female on the grid and I had to jock
200 psi make that body rock
So I swiped my card and I'm ready to pimp
With the barcodes on my fingertips
Now don't step to me with that drunken lag
I'll leave your chest plate melted playing laser tag
See I gotta mack out three times a day
So what's your login name said Pris mark eight
You see these tats, the wings on my back
The pistol on my forearm that means I strike back
Plus I'm wet-wired so f*ck the empire
Well I feel the same so let's go baby
F*ck a different kind of cop I'm not soft like spock
29 died when my railgun popped
Now slags run for cover, these evil mothers
Creeping drop shadows leave your life force smothered
And you can call me Ebersol cuz I spit like aerosol
With my battle vest on and my phaser off stun
Splatterpunx with a rage against the machine
I'm not waiting for god I bomb 20
Ministries of infomatik electro assassin
So bring on the cataclysm I don't give a f*ck about it
Got that black tape for a blue girl
Straight macking when I'm off world
With the laugher in my hand yo I'm taking a puff
In a no drug zone not giving a f*ck
And the black hovercraft it creeps like a shroud
I'm not bumping Out Out it's the Sounds of Mass
Production
Rolling off the streets see the suckers try to
challenge but they can't compete
And it's the killing hour so I watch my back
Stepped in the place with the dancing grid
Dante's revenge by Leather Strip
Female on the grid and I had to jock
200 psi make that body rock
So I swiped my card and I'm ready to pimp
With the barcodes on my fingertips
Now don't step to me with that drunken lag
I'll leave your chest plate melted playing laser tag
See I gotta mack out three times a day
So what's your login name said Pris mark eight
You see these tats, the wings on my back
The pistol on my forearm that means I strike back
Plus I'm wet-wired so f*ck the empire
Well I feel the same so let's go baby
F*ck a different kind of cop I'm not soft like spock
29 died when my railgun popped
Now slags run for cover, these evil mothers
Creeping drop shadows leave your life force smothered
And you can call me Ebersol cuz I spit like aerosol
With my battle vest on and my phaser off stun
Splatterpunx with a rage against the machine
I'm not waiting for god I bomb 20
Ministries of infomatik electro assassin
So bring on the cataclysm I don't give a f*ck about it
Got that black tape for a blue girl
Straight macking when I'm off world
With the laugher in my hand yo I'm taking a puff
In a no drug zone not giving a f*ck
And the black hovercraft it creeps like a shroud
I'm not bumping Out Out it's the Sounds of Mass
Production
Rolling off the streets see the suckers try to
challenge but they can't compete