Lyrics The Technodrome - Doctor Zygote, Strange U, King Kashmere

The Technodrome

Ey, yo
Braindead base head, dimension X snake dread
Blazed wet, fiending for the taste of flayed flesh
Cybernetic organs, isometric orphans
Psychometric brain scan results showed distortion
Broken home aliens, overblown sapiens
Torn down by old goats of overgrown salience
Phantom power mic lord whose sword strikes the right chord
I might board the mothership
Stepping out the Ark of the Covenant incubation chamber
Like a Goa’uld System Lord getting major paper
Don’t hate the game, hate the player of Ghosts and Goblins
Behold the offspring, the last descendant of a lost king
Are you a man or a mouse?
I’m a mouseman
Who now stands in this humble abode smoking a sour dank
Top ranking official like Hu Yaobang
Why wait for tomorrow when you can do it now, fam?
Yo, reporting live from the Technodrome’s eyeball
From sunup to nightfall, I sip the polyglycol
It’s reaching fever pitch in a deep abyss
With a screaming witch who’s feeling bliss from the evil mist
Keep your distance, resistance is futile
Keep your distance, resistance is futile
Keep your distance, resistance is futile
Yo, reporting live from an undisclosed area
51 reasons to leave the planet in hysteria
Beware the little green men claiming our benefits and
Stealing our jobs and um, killing the dodo!
It was them not us killing the ozone
The fossil fuel burning, face gurning virtuosos
With the planet in an imaginary chokehold
Yeah, wake me up before you go-go