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Fuzzy Dice
Alright lets see here. Fuzzy dice? Check.
Whackacon bobble head doll? Check.
Diesel incense? Uhh check.
Cool
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
Yo you're checking me I'm just a taxi cab driver
I charge a fee its credits or saliva
Yo bot just keep your grill off the leather
We'll go through two time zones here together
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 paneling for fun
Those fuckers now I gotta refuel more frequently
Plan my route about a week in advance
There's no chance for a bot like me
Never should have been let off of the assembly line
I'm missing gears like you wouldn't believe
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 happening where you headed ladies
They pointed straight up I hit the helium peddle
I don't mean to meddle girls but this neighborhood is grimy
What you doing here with you nice and shiny boots
I heard a brrrr (hee hee hee) then I turned to look behind me
These earth girls melted down to magma dude
Those fuckers always leaving lava on my floor mats
As they morph from one life form to another
But I'm a get the last laugh
I've got a door that's electric I'll shock them down to blubber, ha!
Now that I'm up I'm a stop by the depot
My boss jets around two and it's three
So I think I'm safe I hit the keypad 8 7 8 (Secret pass code 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 queens ball (Yes, yes ya'll)
Those upper-class bots are stacked
They tip me 20 credits and not even look back
So I'm gone alright this night might prove beneficial
Some face time with a well off official
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
Yo you're checking me I'm just a taxi cab driver
I charge a fee its credits or saliva
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Hey bot just keep your grill off the leather
We'll go through two time zones here together
I'm pushing my grand marquee across 520
Seattle fares ain't shit eastsiders have plenty to spare
Square away with that bastard dispatcher
I'm still making more than I did with that rap shit
I'm well known by the cops in this section
My expired tabs give them all and erection
The intersection is packed with other cabbies
Collecting the cheese yo exploiting the Japanese
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 cockpit
I got a glock cocked inside my pocket
Don't matter how cocky 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 shit my fucking car's gone
Now you can skimp on the tip I'll be alight yo
And maybe ride without paying hey I'll let it go
But if you're jacking my ride I'm playing hero
Reanimate Kubrick I feel like Deniro
Gun toting, smoking, wide open; my eyes
Penetrate the disguise of free loading ass criminals
Now under the impression I'm a let em go
I ain't Eastwood but this shit is unforgivable
Not a word to say I took all of their clothes away
Stashed the heat in the ashtray slid up to Broadway
Its ok kids I know you ain't gay
So I'm a end this with a fuck you but have a nice day
Artificial intelligence is overrated
I'm never going to make it bot I hate it out here
I wish I was a toaster oven in some dudes basement
Oh what the fuck man I'm stuck in fourth gear
Those fuckers I paid them just to armor plate my brake pads
But I can tell they had a transmission fetish
I could see it in their shifty eyeballs it was sad
They saw my seven speed and probably busted out the relish
Yo I'm never going to make it man I hate it out here
I hate it out here, I hate it out here
Yo I'm never going to make it bot I hate it out here
I hate it out here, I hate it out here
I'm never going to make it bot I hate it out here
I waited all year and I still get up and take it
Yo I'm never going to 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
I'm gonna step up and I'll take it someday
I'm gonna step up and I'll take it someday
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