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optimus rhyme - fuzzy dice lyrics

[wheelie]
look at me, i’m a taxi cab driver.
go down the street, scope potential riders.
hey girl, where you going? what’s up dude?
i’ll take you there if you got that loot.

[broken english]
yo! you checkin’ me? i’m just a taxi cab driver.
i charge a fee: it’s credits or saliva.
yo bot, just keep your grill off the leather
we’ll go through two time zones here together.

[wheelie]
i got my boss on my back for a little hit-and-run,
i light up meteorites for fun.
i work through the night, yo i never see the sun.
channeling dead bots, they took my solar panelling for fun.
those f-ckers! now i gotta re-fuel more frequently.
i plan my route about a week in advance.
there’s no chance for a bot like me
i never should’ve been let off of the -ssembly line.

i’m missing gears like you wouldn’t believe.
i cheated on my cabbie exam for fake pedigree.
now, here’s a fare that i think i should take;
these human females, man they always tip great.
hop on in. what’s happenin? where you headed, ladies?
they pointed straight up, i hit the helium pedal.
i don’t mean to meddle girls, but this neighborhood is grimy.
whatcha doing here with your nice and shiny boots?
i heard a -tee-hee-hee- and i turn to look behind me–
these earth girls melted down to molten magma dudes.
those f-ckers! always leaving lava on my floor mats
as they morph from one lifeform to another.
but i’m gonna get the last laugh.
i got a door that’s electric.
i’ll shock them down to blubber, ha!

now that i’m up i’ma stop by the depot.
my boss jets out around two and it’s three, so
i think i’m safe, i hit the keypad. 8-7-8
secret p-sscode denied — oh great!
man, that’s all i need. did i forget my cabbie fee?
i grab me three batteries they leave out for free.
then i hit the speed. i got a call.
the imperial guard got some drunk bots at the queen’s ball
yes! yes! ya’ll! those upper-cl-ss bots are stacked.
they’ll tip you 20 credits and not even look back.
so i’m gone. alright, this night might prove beneficial.
some face time with some well-off officials.

[broken english]
hey, yo! look at me, i’m a taxi cab driver.
go down the street, scope potential riders.
hey girl, where you going? what’s up dude?
i’ll take you there if you got that loot.

[wheelie]
yo! you checkin’ me? i’m just a taxi cab driver.
i charge a fee: it’s credits or saliva.
hey bot, just keep your grill off the leather
we’ll go through two time zones here together.

[broken english]
i’m pushing my grand marquee across 520.
seattle’s fares ain’t sh-t, eastsiders have plenty
to spare, square away with that b-st-rd dispatcher
i’m still making more than i did with that rap sh-t.
i’m well known by the cops in this section
my expired tags gives them all an erection.
the intersection is packed with other cabbies
collecting the cheese, yo, exploiting the j-panese.

i got clearance to land on earth beta
because my fake data comes from the best makers.
i’ve got a cab to rent, any takers?
if not i’ll just sit right back and read the paper.

bootleggers and pimps, black as the market.
around the block kids, circling my c-ckpit.
i got a glock, c-cked, inside my pocket.
no matter how c-cky you are, you can’t stop it.

picked up a couple at a bar up on 35th.
“i’ll be back folks, unless you got a cigarette.”
went inside, grabbed a carton of carltons.
came back out, holy sh-t! my f-cking car’s gone!
now, you can skip on my tip; i’ll be alright, yo
and maybe ride without paying, hey! i’ll let it go.
but if you’re jacking my ride, i’m playing hero:
reanimate kubrik, i feel like deniro.

gun-toting, smoking, wide-opened my eyes
penetrate the disguise of freeloading–ss criminals.
now under the impression i’m gonna let’em go.
i ain’t eastwood, but this sh-t is unforgivable.

not a word to say, i took all of their clothes away.
stashed the heat in the ashtray, slid up to broadway.
it’s ok kids, i know you ain’t gay,
so i’m gonna end this with a “f-ck you, but have a nice day”.

[wheelie]
artificial intelligence is overrated
i’m never gonna make it but i hate it out here.
i wish i was a toaster oven in some dude’s bas-m-nt.
oh, what the f-ck, man, i’m stuck in fourth gear.
those f-ckers, i paid them just to armor-plate my break pads.
but i can tell that they had a transmission fetish.
i could see it in their shifty eye b-lls, it was sad.
they saw my seven speed and probably busted out the relish.

yo, i’m never gonna make it, man, i hate it out here
i hate it out here, i hate it out here

yo, i’m never gonna make it, bot i hate it out here
i hate it out here, i hate it out here.

i’m never gonna make it, bot i hate it out here.
i waited all year and i still get up and take it.
yo, i’m never gonna make it, bot i hate it out here.
i’ll swallow my fear, then i’ll step up and i’ll take it
someday…

i’m gonna step up and i’ll take it
someday…

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