Mr. Yasutake walks warily down the net
With the ID pulled way down low
Ain't no sound but the sound of his keys,
Shitposts ready to go

Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?
Out of the darkweb the spammers rip
To the sound of the beat

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, I'm gonna get you, too
Another one bites the dust