"F.D.C. For Short" Lyrics

F.D.C. I slap you, but
S.C.S. you love it and
B.D.S. I shoot down with
ICBM, no escape
You crouch down
Holding your tongue,
You grasp with
A hand full of dirt
Last counterattack of dying ants
You'll be dead
Throw abaut!
No one cares after all
Out of shape - addicted
Out of step - addicted
Out of touch - arrested
F.D.C. I don't need but
S.D.F. you hang around with
S.F.L. I send you some
ICBM, no escape
I squeeze down
A glass of water
Splashing with
A hand full of pieces
Last counterattack of shining ants
You'll be dead
Kick about!
No one cares after all
Out of shape - addicted
Out of step - addicted
Out of touch - arrested
Frankly nit-pick
Quickly nit-pick
I won't tell you
Which one what means