123 we're the FLB, born from the gutter as a NPC, We've got in game flaws and anxiety, We don't fuck wit the players of society. Fuck Eminem, Twiztid, and Kid Rock, We bring the hate, with our survival horror hip hop, And when we drop it brings the noise that wont stop, And none of us will ever fuck with the cops. In level 1 we just tryin to have fun, In level 2 what the fuck you gonna do, And level 3 we scream fuck ICP, we are the FLB ICP die in a plane crash please. Fedoros Los Banditos until our souls vanish. Roll the credits bitch. Panic attack gonna hit you with a bat, Gonna fuck a PLAYA up with our final attack, And like a gat its goes ratatatat cause all think about is cats. Looking like a clown with a mask on your face. Don't give a fuck about a presidential candidate. We are banditos, amigos, And I don't give a fuck about the motherfucking Beatles. No place in this fake ass simulation. Fuck the brainless entertainment When the game ends, and the credits hit the screen tell me, How many hours did you waste as an NPC?

Fedoros Los Banditos ain't nuttin to truck wit. We're going to talk about money, We're going to talk about fucking your daughter, we're going to talk about booty Cuz booty's more important than water. We're going to write songs about bitches, Gonna to write about your daughter, Cuz that's more important than writing about animal slaughter. Put me on the radio cuz I could be famous too, I could be a sellout and a bitch like all of you. If you want speed focus and the ability to annoy Then you're better off choosing me my name is Doodle boy. I lack in serotonin but I got double anxiety, It don't take much for me to panic I lack mental stability. My name is Jimmy Jim Jim Jim Jim Jim. That's a Jim for each limb, And the 5th goes to the 50 states that I don't want to live in, Im an anarchistic convert nihilist Post apocalyptic dolphin worshipping sega genesis. I'm an 8 bit musical terrorist Tim Tim wins with a quick wit mixed with thick skin Constantly altering shape. Adaptable animal ain't no doll though, will you pull the threads of fate? N/A I'm an NPC, PS one thing you'd better believe Psychological puzzles got nothing on me Fedoros Banditos supportin' the team. Bitches sex money money money booty bitches.

He poured crust into the cube of his mind, now we're spheres Congregating in a cubed room. If you follow my lead I'll sing you some stories 'Bout the friends that I meet in the gutters and street. Faux philosophical follie is a game story and its gonna be mandatory. Curiosity killed the NPC who lived a slave to his insecurity, Never knowing how to be free. I collect the query in the game story. Your questions are all mandatory. Simulation, vacation Geographically dispersed location.

If it comes for you and ya gotta fight back Here's how you need to plan your attack, Gotta time your dodge and know what to expect, Or you'll find yourself ghosted with no way to come back. Run and hide, protect your lives. It's ok we've got 3 tries. Strategize, use your eyes. Gotta strategize, gotta strategize. Strategize, keep your eye on the prize, Don't waste your time or fraternize. Use your eyes, don't believe the lies. It's ok we've got 3 tries. Run for the ditches, glitches get stitches. Got no room for snitches, glitches get stitches.

3 C's To The 5, That's why I have 3 lives, And if you follow me You'll have full health on 123. Just stay cool when the city burns to the ground. Got to stay calm when it's about to go down. They just going to use us for target practice, Better not pop out cuz they're going to blame us. Bet, we gotta go cuz it's not looking pretty. We don't even like this fucking city. Gotta let go if you wanna stay alive, You can't look back if you wanna stay alive The door to freedom is a size of a needle aight? When you hear the guns blast Better use the wave dash. Gonna get out of control, Better time your dodge roll. When it's all said and done It's time to follow speed run Protect your lives in the city Cause you know it's gettin shitty!

To the 3C 2R 1UP, pick it up! Everywhere I go, everywhere I see, All these matrix of pixels only sucking. It's like we've regressed back to our programming. Never be a multiplayer on the split screen. This isn't rap, and it sure as shit's not hip hop. I don't even know how to freestyle, I complain and I pick it up. I've come to disappoint, And I've come for your hate. Its time we stop ripping off Ideas works and names Cause I'm tired of hearing the same song, And seeing the same thing. So I made my own style, and I did while sucking. Hey non-playa to the c, You don't got what it takes to even be free. We didn't make any money, And we didn't give a fuck. Don't got any fans and we know we suck. The music's bad But we're never going to stop. I even made my own genre Survival Horror Glitch Hop.

You & me, We will go adventuring From the gutter to the streets And make music from our anxiety. We will see Everything that we will seek. Don't know the meaning of defeat, We'll find all the drugs we can eat. Box Man I am, don't give a damn. Do what I can with all my friends. And you will see what I want you to see.

Fedoros Los Banditos, fire up the console. It's time to play, but this shit is not a game. It's a tale of lost souls vanquishing foes. We're haunting haters like a camera-faced ghost. Computer players get lasers to the brain If they ain't affiliated with our underground gang's Humanitarian ways.We're the do-gooders From the hood that smells like cow manure. It's about time that somebody introduced ya. Doodle is the boy with the vision, half squid. And he sings so fast he can induce nuclear fission. His minion Jimi Mortician is just as deadly When he gets to shreddin'. But you've selected this irreverent devil-worshippin' Mexican hellion with a vendetta against everything. Always caps-locked and loaded. With unbreakable focus, I'm the captain sippin' magical potions. Workin' that Hocus pocus on these audio controllers, Massacarin' beats like their names are Rebecca Rose. Get this disk spinning if you wanna diss my skills, But this simulation of my history might get you killed. If you willfully ignore this psychological warning You may not survive the horror. You will explore levels That may challenge the perceptions You have always held without question. And you will encounter creatures That may wear similar features To your friends, family, and teachers. Fight em off, fight em off, or run away. With your back against the wall, how will you play? Depending on your decisions everybody is different. Good or bad maybe now you'll understand. Get it get it! FLB ain't nothin to truck with. And if you get it twisted I will be testing this metal. We've been traveling and scavenging levels for XP. You must be glitching If you think this shit is handed out for free. HP better be maxed out if you're tryna mix it up With a mister in this crowd. This town is known for making monsters, But if you make it out it can make you stronger. The longer you linger, the thicker your skin gets, Not to be confused with tolerance Of the ignorant inhabitants we're waging war against. God damn it's super how I'm smashin' bros. Sonic how fast I spit these flows. Going as hard as Onyx goes And I'll do it like Brock with my eyes closed. This is where we take control, We are Three Dogs in a Fallout zone. One more time so everybody knows, Loud as you can, here it goes... FEDOROS! LOS! BANDITOS!

Disconnected from the feed. Severed wires at my feet. Now I'm free. Static gives way to clarity. What's happening to me? Panic sets in as reality shifts like a glitch in the system. Will somebody explain this pain in my neck, This blood on my hands, And these tangled anatomical threads Like fleshy wires now laying at my feet? Where do they lead? And were they once attached to me? How can I see what I couldn't before? I scan the floor once more for answers. That's when I see the scissors The cutscene ends as the character collects his weapon, And so the game begins. Disconnected from the feed. Severed wires at my feet. Now I'm free. Now I'm free. Guide me through this mystery Where nothing is as it appears to be. As you assume control of my character There's another unnerving burst of audiovisual distortion. In this once unassuming room a terrifying transformation ensues. Clued in now that we're not alone By the haunting moans that echo through this hellish, Biomechanical recreation of my character's home. So navigate to the door, Those mysterious cords run through like it doesn't exist. Follow them through this horror, The answers you're looking for lie in wait at their origin. Go! Disconnected from the feed. Severed wires at my feet. Now I'm free. Now I'm free. (Guide me through this mystery Where nothing is as it appears to be.) Disconnected from the feed. Severed wires at my feet. Now I'm free. Now I'm free.

I grip these giant scissors tightly as we enter level one. The walls are made of flesh and pulsing, No, this is not the world we know. Encounter. Encounter. Eyes blank cold and dead. Snake-like the wires burst from their heads. Likeness defiled. Could that be them? Run fight or die. Decision is nigh. Two fused into one. My character their only son. Splitting in half and then snapping right back. With those cords worming straight through their necks. So snip off the wires if you can. And you wonder if this happened to my character Back when that static first began. Better think fast now. Sentient tentacles lash out. Desperate to reconnect to the wound in my neck. Can you defend it? Even as this monster mimics my character's parents? The mission becomes apparent. Do you know what we must do? Free as many creatures from the feed as you are able to. So dismember these animatronic snakes. And as I unify the blades the enemy fades away. We have neutralized the room. Eyes blank cold and dead Snake like the wires shoot from their heads Likeness defiled. Could that be them? Run fight or die? Decision is nigh. Like robotic veins These wires must link directly to their brains. And as we begin to trace their path once more The room transforms again. Venture out of this house once you've collected All the clues and loot within Then prepare to face the doppelgangers imitating my friends. Mechanically enhanced like cyborgs with grotesque attachments. Just analyze their clockwork patterns To better plan a course of action. Use my new sense of understanding to your advantage Now strike! The incision has landed. You may now advance to level 3. The halls of institutions from my past Are filled with menacing machines. Synthetic skin adorns the walls Overrun by enemies resembling teachers, Preachers, bosses crossed with zombies. Is it really possible to save them all? Eyes blank cold and dead. Snake-like the wires burst from their heads. Likeness defiled. Could that be them? Run fight or die. Decision is nigh. Encounter. Encounter. When you increase my power We may advance once more. We will need it as we venture forth. Our next opponents tower above me. With crowns they're adorned. Lesser creatures defend them in hoards. Keep your eye on the cords. Stay the course We are near to the answers we've been searching for. But we can't take much more. You can't save them all. No you can't save them all. No you can't save them all. No you can't save them all. No you can't save them all.

Reflect here on the progress you have made. Record here all of the progress you have made. Save. Save. Save your game. Along the way you may have noticed Neon stations advertising that it's safe To save our progress there. Though you are wary, it's no lie. I sigh in relief as you guide me inside. Inscribe this data to your memory every chance you get So you will never ever have to face these horrors again. Now is the time. Save. Save. Save your game. (Save. Save. Save your game.) Reflect here on the progress you have made. Record here all of the progress you have made.e made.

As you exit the save station hurry towards our destination. Finally at the end arriving at a domed industrial complex. And as we gain access slowly everything begins to make sense, I've been fed hallucinogens through these twisted machinations. These wires fed me lies. These wires altered my mind. Computers in the walls, fleshy-pink and sickening. Simulations generated here, then projected to the brain. Operating this circulating system are Hideous skinless faceless villains Manipulating wired connections. But what do they have to gain? Broadcasting prejudices, patterns of thinking, Mindsets that can hypnotize. And who designs these programs that distort what's in our eyes? These creatures are in chains, so who do they obey? And what agenda do they perpetrate? These wires fed me lies. These wires altered my mind. As we reach the center chamber at the source of this transmitter, We'll discover the conceiver of this hellish paradigm shift. Here inside this final lair we will face one final likeness. It looks like me.

Subconscious influence manifest. Thousands of dendrites lash out of it's head. So upgrade my weapon, replenish my health. Autonomy we must defend. My robotic likeness made of brains attacks, Trying to embed those wires back in my neck So that I may again receptively perceive The mundane projections of a shared reality. But when you let someone else influence what you believe, Nothing ever is as it appears to be. Now actively combat the facet of this character that let's it happen. We will be free. I've recognized it, Identified it. It's time to fight it. Subconscious influence manifest. Thousands of dendrites lash out of it's head. So upgrade my weapon, replenish my health. Autonomy we must defend. These wires were hidden Out of vision. Illusory prison. But the question still remains, Who instigated this liberation? Who cut my character loose from the chemical feed That induced hallucinations? As the battle rages on, And as my health runs dangerously low I wonder if I'll ever know. It's entering another mode Splintering off, shifting into the forms Of all of the enemies it sent forth. This onslaught appears to be our defeat, When suddenly something erupts from me. Wires of my own bursting from my core, Tangling with those that controlled me before. Blade to the knot it's the only way. Cut the connection to end this game. Consciously influence, manifest. But don't let the power get to your head. Surrendered my weapon, at peace with myself, Until you decide to play this game again.in.