| Well I may be a robot but I’m mackin'
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| All the ladies in my vibratin' action
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| MC’n the beat technology
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| I may be made of metal like a riddle or a kettle but I break it off and kick it
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| like a rappin' freakin' devil
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| All the brothers call me «E.R.»
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| And all the ladies call me «Sexbot»
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| You don’t want what I got
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| Cuz I come with a side of don’t stop
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| And you don’t want what I got
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| Cuz you’ll never f*****kin' beat a rapbot
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| Synthesise the lyric and calculate the time
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| I’ve got a built-in mini opt-digital mind
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| With many gigabytes (digital mind)
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| Uh say what? |
| What? |
| (I say a digital mind)
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| All the pretty ladies, all the groupies and sororities
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| Are going along because all I take are batteries
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| You don’t want what I got (what what)
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| Cuz once I start I don’t stop
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| Cuz you don’t want what I got
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| How you gonna beat a freakin' robot, huh?
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| Oh
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| I gotta laser thing
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| And I’m diggin' life
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| I never met better rappers with army knife
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| I got a toaster (wha wha)
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| Too make a sandwich
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| Did I mention I can rap in any language?
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| I was programmed to succeed
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| And target other MCs that I meet
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| And download nasty fast ass beats
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| And anything less I shall delete
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| All systems checked 1−2-1−3
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| My harddrive has reached its blindin' speed
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| Peace |