Page 74 of Perfect Order
“What are you thinking so hard about?” Carys worries.
Deciding to lighten the mood, I begin to play a familiar tune and start singing a song Lee called “deplorable at best. If anyone with any taste ever hears it, they would never believe we’re related.”
“Well, let’s see if she’s right,” I murmur before I start to sing.
On your mark, ready, set, let’s go
Secure it now, I know you know
I go psycho when we flip that bit
Just can’t sit
Gotta get stiggy wit it, ooh, that’s it
Now SRG done lie
POAM all up in my eye
You gotta VM, swag with a lotta mods in it
Done gave it to your friend, let’s spin
A new account for you and me, eye that bid
Wishin’ they was lockin’ the rig
Here it’s been auto-mated
Ultra-laxed right to fuba-fubar
I just write it
It’s in a nook, we don’t like it
Locked away all day in the secure bay no Ray
Give it up stiggy, this is the way
Yo, grab the source from git
Ha ha
Automation’s all in it
What? You wanna call with the pid?
Watch your grep, you might stall
Trying to do what it said
I’ma, uh, I’ma, uh I’ma, much closer
In the middle of the rules with the big ass club, uh
No love for the haters, the haters
Mad ’cause I got more locks on the visors
