| My name is Wheelie Cyberman
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| Live again
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| See we drive 'em in
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| To the shitty barrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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| Who me? |
| It’s Whee-lee-lee-lee-lee-lee
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| I sing this song, stalkin' down 18th
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| Mr. Cyberman Unrecognizable
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| I rock the fake mustache and the re-sizable tophat
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| You got that? |
| and customizable shockpads
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| I stock mad piles of reliable chips
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| It’s Autobeat business like this
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| With witness list stuck to my stickshift
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| This crew, moving through the environments
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| My nose to the ground, sniffing out the intoxicants
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| You smell that? |
| Yeah there’s a (Whackacon) presence
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| It’s obvious; |
| you can hear it in the records
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| My hobby is finding undeniable proof
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| It’s 2 AM, I’m on the roof with the spy glass
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| Why ask those losers if they bite that?
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| I got the answer, meet me in the phone booth
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| Check the photograph; |
| hey look, bot, they do
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| Who me? |
| It’s W-A-H-P!
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| Keep an office space on lunar base 3
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| Had a secretary but she bolted
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| I think she was insulted
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| By the fact that we track (Whackacons)
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| I always keep the energon loaded
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| But so did the second 'cause he was a mechanic from Megadon
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| That’s how we planned it, get intelligence expanded
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| Throw a barbecue and demand that you bring a few close friends
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| Scan the mechanic and then we’re in
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| Somebody dropped a credit and man I didn’t land it, couldn’t stand it
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| I done shifted my top hat, took a deep breath, got back in the saddle
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| There’ll be another battle, there’ll be another night
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| It’s Optimus Rhyme; |
| we don’t believe in getting rattled
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| Let me elaborate; |
| I keep a focused sight
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| Envision my enemies face down leakin'
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| Cause I eradicate mental mind slaves while I’m speakin' |