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futuristic sex robotz - back to the future lyrics

(sound clip)
if my calculations are correct
when this baby hits eighty-eight miles per hour
you’re going to see some serious sh-t

[pc speaker]
my flows hit you at straight eighty-eight
miles per hour that’s enough to generate
one point twenty-one jigowatts son
and i’m on the run, from the libyans
it was a straight-jack move for plutonium
and when the van rolls up it’s pandemonium
one eighteen am at twin pines mall
is when i can pinpoint my total downfall
now they say doc brown, he was a lonely man
but his time machine was a delorean
he said “you’re gonna go back, you gotta do it in style
or take your -ss on back down to 8 mile.”
my life is flashin’ before my eyes
and the bullets is flyin’ across the skies
they got my homie, doc, and yo he ain’t gonna make it
the libyans is comin’ back around, i gotta take it
jam in the keys, then i slam it into gear
stomp the gas to get the f-ck outta here
and if this wasn’t enough of a disaster
libyans on my tail, i’m goin’ faster and faster
happened to be plutonium in the flux capacitor

and now i’m headed back to ’55 with no p-ssenger
i wish that i had packed myself a travel kit
‘cuz doc was right, hit 88 and saw some serious sh-t
i roll up quick and i bust into a farm
and then i’m like “hey, sorry, about your barn”
about this time i had the realization
that it was ’55 in the u.s. nation
now i gotta find out what the f-ck i’m facin’
without destroyin’ history in the makin’

gotta find some time to collect my thoughts
so i dip into a diner and -n-lyze my plots
a guy walks up, “can i take your order?”
i musta sounded like i had a mental disorder
he said “i can’t give you a pepsi, free
you gotta pay for that sh-t, see?”
just about then, a man walks by
and he’s like “yo, i’m talkin’ to you, mcfly”
i try to hold back a reaction that’s knee-jerk
and biff is like “yo mcfly, where’s my homework?
don’t trick me around, or i be fightin’
how’s it gonna look, my homework in your handwritin’?”

so i dip out the diner, my coffee, i swallow
keep a low profile, my father, i follow
when i find him, he’s peeping on my mom in a tree
like hidden_camera_sl-ts.mpg
he falls into the street, to my disdain
so i tackle him outta the way, like espn
so i’m hit by a car and i gotta sustain
gramps busts out “they jumped out in front of my car again!”
i don’t yet know it but i’m not in luck
seein’ my dad has made the timeline totally f-cked
i wake up in a room, am i goin’ insane?
a hot sl-t says “howdy, my name is lorraine,”
i’m like “what the f-ck? is this my mom?
definitely is, and she is comin’ on strong.”
it’s been a common scene, but i made it out alive

now i’m headin’ on over, to riverside drive
gotta meet the doc, emmett brown
and find out what’s really goin’ on in this town
you couldn’t believe me, if you’re so inclined
doc opens the door and tries to read my mind
i said “i’m from the future, i know it sounds demented
i came here in a time machine that you invented
and now it’s come down to stayin’ alive
i gotta get back to 1985.”
eventually i manage to convince the old man
we head out to where i hid the delorean
i hook up the camera from the video shoot
and we see this old doc in a radiation suit
he says “radiation suit, of course! because the fallout from the atomic wars!”
we keep movin’ on and he’s like “great scott!
one point twenty-one jigowatts?!? the proposition at hand
is very frightenin’. for that kinda power
would need a bolt of lightnin’
you never know when or where it’s gonna strike”
just like my devastatin’ flows on the mic
it might have seemed as if, the fates had conspired
because i happened to have information on a flier
now i just have to wait to sat-rday
so i can chill out and smoke weed everyday

it might seem sad but i’m sorry to say
story just doesn’t happen to end that way
i say “the fact, bears repeatin’, that i happened to interfere
with my parents’ first meeting
gotta lay low and make this right
so my parents can hook up at the dance at night.”
but i run into some problems in this quest
‘cuz my dad is a total idiot at best
how can i get my mom to give him a chance
so they can hook up at the undersea dance?”

the only way that i can get rid of all this friction
is to use a little bit of science fiction
break into his house and scare him with van halen
and tell him “this dance you better not be bailin’.”

the long story short, it worked out in the end
and my mom’s honor, he did defend
turns out that biff was out of luck
ran his brand new car into a manure truck
in the end i found out at last
that my mom’s a drunken sl-t who takes it in the -ss
and all of biff’s homies i found out that they were
to p-ssy to mess with those addicts of reefer
and at the dance, i rocked everybody
played guitar until my hands were bl–dy
lightning struck the tower, 4 after 10
and i made it back to the future, again

(sound clip)
so why don’t you make like a tree, and get outta here?

(sound clip outro)
it’s so hard nowadays, with all the gangs and rap music
what about robots?
oh, they’re everywhere
i don’t even know why the scientists make them

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