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A lovesong before dying:
The other clickers dissed 'em,
The glitches can't resist 'em,
Twist on my pistons 'n' they
Gonna crash your system!
I'm weighted! I'm plated!
I'm fully lubricated!
And any glitch I dated
Will know it ain't overstated!
Her looks is admirin',
It's me she's desirin',
My cylinders are firin',
And she's gonna need rewirin'!
I'm lookin' for a socket
That wants me to unlock it,
I got a pocket rocket
And no V-Chip's gonna block it!
My radar's gonna find her,
I'll dock myself behind her,
She won't need no reminder
'Bout my precision grinder!
Et cetera, et cetera.
Scrap, burn and melt this suit, please. |
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