[Intro]
[Dog noises]
(ribbit, yeah, pew pew pew pew)
Amway Arena
[applause]
Are you ready to get (pew pew pew) fucked (yeah)
By awesomeness?
Yeah!
Ay! ay! ay! ayayayayayayayayayay!
[Verse 1]
Post-apocalyptic Armageddon with the sun setting
Send the birds, go get 'em, [?], lasting pain
Terrorism blasting trains, [?]
Noxious fumes will have your brains hazardous, holocaust Lazarus
Twisted scaffolds, rust, rubble
High hush, duck trouble
Hungry for a bowl of yummy soup?
Dig trench with shovel
Masses huddle when they melt that plastic bubble
Heat potatoes on sticks, heat a toxic acid puddle
Burnt plastic, rain acid, huddle of the masses
Fumes noxious, known to be gaseous
In the sewers oh so yucky are the fluids (yuck!)
Enter my sleeper cell cult, black robe like the Druids
Who kept the flames for milleniums
Worship the Pentiums
Learned how to turn rust into titanium
Assembled the weaponry, the sword so heavenly
Hell they will pay, from a subatomic melee
Pray when I hit that switch
A sub-terrestrial army of birds
Will all wake up with a set twitch
My beast of burden, I preach a sermon
Put your baby bibs on, cause tonight
We feast on fucking vermin
[Chorus]
Ararara! Birdcore, birdcore
I'm puffing birdseed just to ease the tension
Birdcore, Birdcore
Birds everywhere, Birds everywhereBirdcore, birdcore
I'm puffing birdseed just to ease the tension
Birdcore, Birdcore
Birds everywhere, Birds everywhere
[Verse 2]
The raptures have ruptured
The crumbling structures
Imploded with suction
Behold the destruction
Hell I release on the beast who enslaved me
Threw me in the trenches and chained me
They pen trained me
Till the J fucking saved me
To fuck death every day
Get on your knees and praise the J (now you pay)
Daily, melee, hawks with the blasters
Orgy of death, a miasma of plasma
End of days, we have ruptured the rapture
Little baby birdy wings go pitter-patter-pitter-patter
You're toast like a Sega Saturn
Even splatter guts on platters
Strawberry oatmeal pancake batter
Rub it all over like lather
Fly and scatter little sparrows, waw
Like a fire flame arrow, watch 'em blast through a barrel
We rupture the rapture and cut for the laughter
And gut who we capture, bash ya, slash ya
Slashed chest gurgles with the last breath
Mama's not gonna clean this nasty mess, yuck
[Chorus]
Amway Arena
You have been thoroughly rocked
By awesome pyrotechnics
I don't know
I didn't know it was so short