Lyrics Eurobiks - Styles of Beyond

Eurobiks

Yeah…
Spytech, Spytech, Spytech, Spytech…
Yo, watch your first step, hot robotniks
Stop the worst chick you can pop and lock with
Hot pink socks on playing with chopsticks
(That's a rad song!)
I ain’t saying it’s not, bitch!
Yo, watch this:
I kick flows in mach six
Pump Depeche Mode in my box and roll thick
Thirteen deep and a side with no plates
Up and then rock in a club for show dates
Relax, don’t do it, it’s cocaine
Crack is so chic if you heat it with propane (yo!)
So let’s go where people smoke douja
Play some leap frog and drink some Jolt Cola
Take the place over
Hop then low-low
Wake me up quick and before you go-go
Let my man hit, here’s a couple of beans
You know the whole damn clique wanna come on Eileen
You know, man…
Ahouah!
C’est le cri d’un robot souffrant d’amour
Ahouah!
Ahouah!
Meme sans ses larmes il pleure toujours
Ahouah!
Calling on strippers cause I’m the undress
Turn around, burn it down to one breath
Right, come on, 'cause the is all useless
Aight, yes on my life, I’m in love with the music
Walk the dogs of a Scotland Yard and you’re like
What’s popping?
I’m stopping a stompy
See, I’m off the globe
Some will tell you how a little flying saucer glows
Get your hands on my pocket and watch the roll
I keep spitting the grid of the guts
Till I get rid of his clique
It’s all hideous rip-raw mythematic
I never hit soft when I kick balls
Pitchforks and a fuse-lit torch
When I’m cruising
Only when I’m really pissed off it’s amusing
Smell around, notice a stench
You know it’s us, so what’s up
Say hello to the prince!
Come on!
Ahouah!
C’est le cri d’un robot souffrant d’amour
Ahouah!
Ahouah!
Meme sans ses larmes il pleure toujours
Ahouah!
Yo!
A few hassles
A new castle
Crack me off on a couple tattoos
I didn’t get a name
I’ve never been to Spain
A choke-chain with a leash, man
It’s in the fame
Ey, yo, break the door down
Bust the rules open
Dope, it’s us now, make them more potent
Pump the base out
Bump your Ford Focus
Pop the whole bag, get some more crocus
Give me that funk, that sweet, that nasty
That sick-and-twisted, get your piss shit
Diss the next misfit acting up
I won’t stop 'till the cops say that’s enough
Come on!
Ahouah!
C’est le cri d’un robot souffrant d’amour
Ahouah!
Ahouah!
Meme sans ses larmes il pleure toujours
Ahouah!
Ah-ah-ah…