Yo I heard this sick loop by WyteNoize and I felt like playing some bass guitar to. None of the bass is looped. Also added a little bit of synth keyboard on the chorus. Enjoy.
Check out the beat at http://www.newgrounds. com/audio/listen/406274

Chorus

Feed me feed me
Control alt delete key
Don't know that there's a problem
Because seeing is believing
So take a couple seconds before we begin the healing
these words are my weapons blastin rippin through the ceiling'.

Verse1

Now I know I rarely often plan which way oughta go
But this time is quite contrary to the days of long ago
Paid and patient, stationary waitin' safe inside my cosey home
I plan a path for the attack, a great escape from broken Rome
Whistle in the dark it's how I keep away forgotten souls
forever lost a hopeless ghost that has been steppin' on my rotten toes
Ready get set get headed for the so called open road
So lemme just check let's see if you're just sheep mopin' in wolf's clothes
don't know where I'm headed next, I plan my steps fo sho
'Cus you never know what you will get unless you've got a goal
Ready get set, I flex and send a shockwave known as hope
Steadily aimed I test the waters of this game up on a gun boat
Eyes wide I'm lookin' to the skies so surprised
Try to teach the meaning, they all look at me like "what lies?"
It seems to me like everybody's dreaming as they rush by
We're holdin' to the steering and we're counting on their luck, why?
Breathe the sweetest air that clearly reeks of the reform
The seeds are sewn but all we reep is weary lookin' deforms
The hell do we need these for, seepin' to the sea shores
They got a brand new weapon all you have to do is eat more

Chorus

Verse2

My hands are so damn dry and they reek of gasoline
They're cracked and callaced, even balance, no you do not hassle me
Because I am the definition of what a battle can be
So you can go ahead and be my guest n try to take a stab at me.
I'd rather see catastrophe and ravage tradgedy
Deletin' all the traffic burnin' gases as they passin me
The dirty plastics furnish classes surely spreadin' more disease
Laughin in the furnace, the main concern is how to raise the fee! (bastards)
Satisfaction clearly hasn't been a factor guaranteed
These seedy factions been harassin for at least a century
I mean it when I say that we are bein plagued by demons
Cuttin down our dreamin' leavin' depleted defences for me
Still I scoff at the plot that's got me coughin' up black
Really got me rotten lost in this gothem like habitat
But the saddest fact has gotten costs to bridge the open gap
Across the ocean, holy ghostin', boastin' with a stack of cash,
It's golden,
Behold a people chosen by the steeple evil stolen
Yo it seems like we don't really even even wanna know it, know it
Screenin' what we breathe in, see it but the demons never show it, show it.
Knowledge is the key so I just hope that we don't blow it, blow it.
So you can riddle me some complicated questionaire
Just remember to give me some concentrated repair
When I widdle away the answers reinstated from thin air
for all you haters, see you later, wavin' my hands without a care. haha

-Ratrap