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optimus rhyme - i heart pubotcs lyrics

what’s up y’all?
it’s that autobeat!
it’s been two years, and we’re still not free!
so hey everybody could that be unique?
that be the reason we worked all week.
what’s up y’all? this sh-t ain’t hard…
livin’ in this body, that was difficult.
well, hey everybody, could that be bizarre,
that be the reason we took it this far.

i’ll judge you by the way you walk the earth,
not by your pockets, or the circ-mstances
of your birth.
you’re missin’ metaphors, man? it’s still the first verse!
i’ll see your true colors when worse comes to worse.
to kick it wit’ this band, man, you gotta rehe-rs-,
with dedication and focus until your brain bursts,
my only objective is just to getcha immersed,
you think i’m gifted? nah, dude, it’s a curse!

so what’s it worth? well that’s a very good question!
you got the answers? i can’t find the words,
i’m scannin’ milk cartons for these nouns and verbs,
ya think it’s absurd for this dude from the ‘burbs,
to be on ya f-ckin’ nerves, like ya tokin’ the herb?
cuz we be laid back when we played that sh-t ya heard,
be like… word? yah dude, that’s exact…
it’s time to flip back, gonna mix up the track!
then return!
energon cubes start to burn,
when will we learn?
(that’s a good one)
never!
how long will we wonder?
(whatcha think dude?)
forever!
we’ll burn, and suffer consequences here, together!

people always ask me, when ya gonna quit?
they chase me, har-ss me, talkin’ all this sh-t.
it was just last week when i made a little trick,
i look ’em in the eye, tell ’em just like this:
i think that you should suck my d-ck.
cuz i don’t give a f-ck who you are, or who you came with.
take your nose out the air, your att-tude home,
get off your f-ckin’ phone while you’re in my zone,
and while you’re at it, why don’tcha eat my sh-t?
i’ll take a polaroid and write a certificate,
i try to be gentle but man, you’re just too thick,
stop comin’ round when you’re sneezin’ and sh-t!
you just don’t drop in on people out the blue,
you come to my parlor, you gotta bring food!
you don’t tip well, man, you’re just plain rude!
the first letter in the alphabet ain’t u!

dude, i don’t wanna see you around,
don’t even wanna smell you, or hear a single sound
that could possibly remind me of all you’re about.
we’d all be fine if you’d shut your mouth!

this is easily
the sleaziest
the dirtiest
the grimiest
time is just
us, autobeats
(x2)

hey ya know i try to help people
but they makin it hard.
like that night i skated out
to meet some friends at a bar?
and on the way home, i got maced
straight from a car,
and that’s wrong.

and then, i try to live right,
but it ain’t easy to do,
i’m off the cigarettes, but
i’m still on the booze,
i gamble too much,
go down to goldy’s to lose,
and that’s wrong.

i try to have fun, life gets in the way,
alarm clock’s ringin, jump-startin’ my day,
i miss my fare-pool cuz i’m two minutes late,
and that’s wrong.

it’s just wrong…

man, it’s just wrong…

hey, it’s just wrong…

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