I'm going to sniff the tongue out of a wack rapper
Put it in a mason jar and keep it in my backpack
Deep in the black Jansport
Take out my camcorder and force you to rap for it
Upload it to Facebook, for the whole 8th grade to look
I'm a maniacal rapper slash cyberhacker
??? with a dash of neuromancer
I ??? the cure of cancer and live inside of my hard drive
The Internet is my friend
Even if my computer crashed I would still carry on there, need all my friends
I have cybernetic raps in my throat like my little brother has phlegm
Neither of our flows ever end
I wanted to be a fashion guru
So I buzzed my hair and cut off all of my fingers
I'm above all of you rapper who still rely on your flesh
I might rely on my flesh but my flesh is not flesh
It's soft skin covered in black mesh
I sit on my throne composed of circuits
Wearing a crown of bone, while electricity jumps from the crest like a circus
I don't diss human style, because it is important
But glancing at your fashion, I would rather ignore it
Look at my electric blue hoodie
It's Nike and it's from the future
The material is incredible
Fuck with it you might catch a compact disc to the genitals
Each fingernail is an emerald
Don't you wish that you could dress like me?  I know you wishes you could dress like me
Come with me, to the future, you see
And then I'll show you you can dress like me, hah