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MMMC
Covered in Bugs



CHORUS ONE

Livin' life in the world of binary
Can be quite scary
Your identity really isn't that very
Safe from some dude whose real name is Larry
He'd rather be you, call me Consigliere



VERSE ONE

[Larry]
I'm a hacker by trade, my job's to
Get all up into the vital data you saved,
And those backups you made; don't
Underestimate
The breadth of knowledge I've gained
From countless hours devourin books
In my mom's basement.

2600 and jolt cola
Were both a common purchase to me as I've grown up.
I been piratin music, been writin viruses too,
An makin zero-day exploits since before they were cool!
A script kiddie you is, because a hacker you ain't--
I'll send ya preteen honky crackas back to MS Paint.

Ya think this shit is a game, but you'll remember my name,
I'll cut yo power an water off, hit yo house wit a plane--
Cuz air traffic control's now controlled by me.
Same goes for television, telephone and DMV.
No place on Earth is safe from my laptop's reach:
I done hacked the planet, your email I'm readin.



CHORUS TWO

Doc Sensitive, touch it with white rubber gloves
Get bent, you hackers, cuz you can't touch my stuff
I'm pensive, sensin viruses wit no love
I'm-a fix the system, but it's covered in bugs

My work's expensive, give yo wallet a tug
Don't be defensive, I'm a computer thug
Damage is extensive, I'm like, "so what", 'n shrug
Tryin-a fix the system, but it's covered in bugs



VERSE TWO

[Crates]
Larry, you fuckin wit my computer again?

[Larry]
Heh heh... maybe...

[Crates]
Quit it, man, I gotta get this paper in.
You made your point when randomly my CD-ROM opened,
Now my speaker's exploded, shit, you gave me a trojan?
I can tolerate my data bein stolen,
But take the beastality porn off my desktop, bro, damn!
Whatever happened to respect for friends and legalities,
To the hacker's manifesto and their code of morality?

[Larry]
Never heard of 'em.

[Crates]
Figures.
I can't stop you from lingerin'
On my box, but I'll sock ya,
Break yo teeth, and yo fingers, man--
Perhaps you forgot, Larry, you're dealin with Crates:
Until my files are safe, cherish the state of your face.
Go take a picture of it, so your relatives recognize you
At your family reunions, cuz I'm-a CRUCIFY you!
You got one last chance, I'm not a person to cross.
This error better be fake, and my hard drive not lost.
It might be funny to you, but I'm missin the joke,
Go fuck wit Deacon's machine, and you'll amuse us both.

Hey, Deacon-- when's the last time you checked your MySpace?



REPRISAL OF BOTH CHORUSES



LEAD-OUT

[Hackers]
Hack the planet,
Hack the planet,
Hack the planet,
Hack the planet...

Yeah, so... there aren't any lyrics in Phunt's song this week. I wrote some, but, well, when you've heard the song and seen the lyrics you'll see how they don't fit together all that well.

This is what the song's about:




When you're great in spirit or moral enlightenment, you get the next life
to be wretched in spirit.
Good people go to Hell. Terrible people go to Heaven. Doesn't that make more sense?
If we punish failure with torture,
and if we reward success with bliss,
then how will our spirits ever converge?
If we pile torment upon the tormented,
and if we bathe the self-satisfied in satisfaction,
then will anything ever be changed, for better or for worse?

When I die I will grow into a gruesome tree, pitying myself in a stenchful bog. My blackened, wet branches will be bare of leaves, and I'll feel the pounding sting of heat and the glaring pangs of cold.
But what's worst of all is, I'll be be covered in bugs--
violently gnawing and burrowing and stinging--
passionately sucking and absorbing and excrimenting.
These creatures are akin to me in spirit
but are so desperately lost that instead of becoming trees they became
wretched, blind bugs.

And the only way those bugs can satisfy any trifle of their feverish and hateful hunger is to inflict any and every conceivable act of indecency upon my rotting marrow and slimy layers of bark.

I will exist only to placate the madness of the bugs.

Covered in Bugs
by WreckdoM

I'm covered in chocolate
and the bugs are on me
I'm covered in bugs
and the birds are on me
I'm covered in bird shit
and my skin is melting
I'm covered in puss
and I'm slowly dying

AH

Covered In Bugs
(rattpoizon)

well, I'm covered i bugs
there's a kattydid givin' my eyeball uh hug
and I don't know what to do but shrug
because I'm covered in bugs

or maybe it was you!
I've often wondered if you were untrue
they called you a one eyed jew
in your burlap canoe
I'd have to say me and you are through

I'm covered in bugs

maybe if I start to break dance
it'll put all those little buggers in a trance
then I can prance all the ants
out of my brand new sweat pants

If I jazzercize
it could scare away all of the flys
but if they hear all of my womanly cries
they will know it was just a descuise

hmmmm...? well I don't know what I'm doing in this part. and its a little too long. (in my mind it represented what you'd feel if you were in a dark room covered in bugs. but that's me and I was drunk.)

uh gypsy moth caterpillar was crawling up my bum-hole
and ah said "the catillac of flat fish is called a dover sole..."
but the caterpillar said it was just quality control

or maybe it was something I bought from those thugs
they showed me the girls with the nice jugs
then they force fed me all uh those hallucinagenic drugs
I need to change my spark plugs.

Covered in Carpetburns

Exo-skeletal remains
Forming in the sun
Around here for days
Immune to ultra-violet rays

Hidden in the dark since birth
If it creeps it will inherit the earth

Choristoneura Fumiferana
Pikonema Alaskensis
Lymantria Dispar
Nymphalis Antiopa
Saperda Calcerata
Malacosoma Disstria

Culture cannot last
All that was once yours
Will one day be mine
Will one day be mine
An insisdious presence shifts down the U-bend
and up your spine

Lymantria Dispar
Nymphalis Antiopa
Saperda
Choristoneura Fumiferana
Pikonema
Lymantria Dispar
Nymphalis Antiopa
Saperda Calcerata
Malacosoma Disstria

Covered in Bugs by Popular Electronics feat. Plat
(words by j$, music by Puce)

Family of small assassins
Feeding time, the same old pattern
Wheel out ambush, spitting venom,
Pray for prey to cockroach heaven

Big bug eat the little bug

Prayer gets answer, brand new pressure -
Bare foot drops, compress aggressor
Human walks away from picnic
Cockroach swarm like clack of chopsticks

Big bug eat the little bug
Big bug killed by bigger bug
Eaten by the little bugs
Life comes covered in death

Final course, now pay the cover,
From one insect to another
Bare foot swells, assassin’s menu
Fatal bite, we’re such soft tissue

Big bug eat the little bug
Big bug killed by bigger bug
Eaten by the little bugs
Life comes covered in death

Please stop cause
the pesticicides
are burning off
my flesh

I know I know
you mean for the best

But this stuff’s
just not working for me
maybe try
another remedy

Covered in
residents of the dirt
these insects
do no good

I can’t shake them off
but how I wish I could

It’s hopeless it seems
but I’ll keep on trying

Now if every body would just hush
I’m kinding it,
finda hard
to speak

It’s not like anybody’s
in a rush
I just need these things
off of me

Thank you for
the help you lended
now that they’re off
all problems are mended

I’ll not soon
forget what you did
You’ll forever be
remembered

I just hope I won’t
have to call on you again

Cuddle Buddies - Covered in Bugs

We kicked Cthulhu's pants
He never stood a chance
He came up from the sea, and we sent him packing

From R'lyeh at night
The angles, they weren't right
O, if Euclid saw it, he would have such a fright

O Arkham! New England!
We saved you from the beast
And now among the start Cthulhu sleeps

At Miskatonic U
The monsters, they were few
The star spawn died covered in bugs and piles of goo

We sealed several gates there
And never dealt with Hastur
Herbert West was the great reanimator

O Arkham! New England!
We saved you from those gods
And now Cthulhu's eyelids masque his rods

O Arkham ! New England!
We saved the world from doom
The ocean marks Cthulhu's tomb