the computer that resides inside my skull
protected by headgear that covers my hardware
dawgs beware approaching unprepared with weak software
unaware of the kilobytes I declare,
haters plot on my
r.a.m(random, access, memory)
dropping viruses and bugs
so I tab the key
and leave 'em unplugged;
spit bars like arrows
control alternate delete
enemies trying to flip my floppy disk
attempting to infiltrate my modem
what's the Bonafide motive
like megabytes I'm explosive.
monitor my global network
come up with caps unlocked
gigabytes of shells enter your icon
shift your cranium to the bottom shut down
trap your mouse
my font expose your escape
return to the keypad
and enter a new plan
from my space
you're barred
discontinued
from the menu
bit my style
so I severed your cord
now I hold the only key to the board