He’s duckin’ them drones, he’s swerving them cams,

He’s rockin’ that greasepaint, confusin’ the scans.

Facial recognition? Ha, you ain’t got a shot,

When my mug’s lookin’ wilder than a Jackson Pollock!

He’s pourin’ out Faygo, all sticky and sweet,

Splashin’ those lenses, now the fuzz can’t see.

He’s trickin’ Big Brother, he’s hackin’ the flow,

They livin’ 1984, but he’s sayin’ “Fuck no!”