Mass panic, (Where are we) Crash landed on a barren planet, Tau Volantis, God's sake, How romantic, Look out for Danik, the Unitologists are on a ship, And if you spot them then use your hollow tips, While human colonists seek the codex key, Who's the musicologist's new foe, That's me! Rewriting rhyme science, Isaac Clarke, My lines shine like eyes in the dark, Mines in the vast reaches of deep space, Are the reason that I came to be in this bleak place, But to keep my spirits up I keep lacing the beat, With words that deserve a million replays, Til I beat the game on every difficulty, Pitifully, leaving you amazed, at my skill, Now could we open the electric doors, And let me get debauched with the necromorphs, Until the nexus falls, I bet you've all, Never seen a pair of balls as heavy as my testicles, I walk the walk, I'm one of the nastiest trash talkers, Attack Crawlers and Swarmers, blast Stalkers, I go berserk at Lurkers, turn them into burgers, I murder Pukers, Use their mucus as a gherkin in a bap, Amidst the battle I'll be working on my rap, To refute your version of the facts, Plasmatic fluid all curdling, I'd ask you to call and inform Planet Earth I'm coming back, To stack astronomic fees as a music producer, And you? You're stuck at Zero G's, Medusa God Is Dead Space, Thus Spake Zarathustra!