Just under that rock
with the rest of the slime
with the beetles and roaches alike –
Hides a mental defective
that feeds off of crime
and cries cuz he can’t ride a bike.
There in the darkness
A hacker there be,
who spoils what’s fun for the good –
should you find him
A slobs is just what you’ll see
no sparkplugs under his hood.
I’ll see you one day
past tense I’ll have strode –
our bumping will be caught on cam
I won’t say excuse me
because now it is knowed
You’re a hacker – that’s just how I am.
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