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 "Well Toby, still want to be bionic?" 
"You bet! I saw the way you mopped up those guys. If I could do that there wouldn't be a kid in town that could make me..." 
"Toby, listen to me. What you saw in there was a man being forced to go berzerk because there are parts of his body he wasn't born with" 
 
Hearers of the tone with the sensitive poem 
Transmitted with the voice like a sousaphone 
We be beaming these rhymes to the satellite 
With the Human Beatbox for the people's delight 
 
I run the three-legged race in a potato sack 
I put a whole potato salad right down your back 
I get mad respect at the old folk's home 
Your mama's grandpapa won't leave me alone 
 
Crank up the bass and redline the game 
You're like the Tidy Bowl man spinning down the drain 
'Cause I'm a cyborg created to emcee 
We're gonna change our name to The Disco Three 
 
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em  
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em  
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em  
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em  
 
Update my firmware and I'm good to go 
I'm like "Danger, Will Robinson! Danger, Will Robinson!" 
Coming down the block and you're like "Oooo!" 
Bionic eye with the do-do-do-do-do-do.... 
 
I got my gear on like the Ear-ons 
The human switchboard and interferons 
We Jam On It like Newcleus 
I'm known on a roll like Caduceus 
 
Do androids dream of electric sheep? 
Well, either way you're going to sow just what you reap 
'Cause I'm a replicant, not a skin-job 
Yo, HAL, open the fuckin' doors to the pod 
 
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em  
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em  
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em  
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em  
 
Ah! Ah! 
(Human Beatbox sample) 
 
Smooth like butter, pure like ghee 
Let me get up on the mic with the do-re-me 
My dog's name is Sam, not Fifi 
I'm profilin' a boulangerie 
 
Robotron, Gorf, and Galaga 
I got the sexy Dig Dug calendar 
Mix Master's scratching like he's got lice 
The crabs! Hey yo, that ain't nice! 
 
Like One-Eyed Jacks and Suicide Kings 
You want wildness, wild I bring 
My Uncle Freddie's making horseradish 
To serve you on a platter like gefilte fish 
 
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em  
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em  
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em  
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em  
 
"Well Toby, still want to be bionic?" 
"What do you think you're doing in here you little agh..." 
 
  
            
 
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