8Chan, interwebs setting,
but the web don't know what the web is getting.
The creme de la creme of the Intel world in
a show with everything but Tom Clancy.
Bread flies, doesn't seem a minute
since the 7th floor office had the Q boys in it.
All change, don't you know that when you
play at this level there's no ordinary venue.
It's the Vatican, or North Korea, or Iran
or…or this place.
One night on 8Chan and the world's your oyster.
The crumbs are priceless, but the bread ain't free.
You'll find a fag in every golden cloister,
and if you're lucky then the fag's a she.
I can feel a normie sliding up to me.
One bread is very like another,
when you're head's down over your crumbs brother.
It's a drag, it's a bore, it's really such a pity
to be looking at the board not looking at the city.
Whadaya mean? You've seen one stinking pedo chat room…
NXIVM girls warm and sweet,
Some are set up in Schiff's Standard hotel suite.
Get wise, you're talking to an autist who's every post
is among the smartest.
I'd let you watch, I would invite you,
but the Queen's a Joo sent to bite you.
So you better go back to your Fortnite, or your Kardashians….your PornHub.
One night on 8Chan and the world's your oyster.
The crumbs are priceless but the bread ain't free.
You'll find a fag in every golden cloister,
a little sauce, a little history,
I can feel a newfag walking next to me.