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[Wheelie Cyberman] Alright, let's 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 [Broken English] Yo, you're checking 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 Cyberman] 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 pedal "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 dudes 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 [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 Cyberman] Yo, you're checking 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 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 an 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 is 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 a 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 De Niro 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 okay, kids, I know you ain't gay So I'm a end this with a 'fuck you, but have a nice day'" [Wheelie Cyberman] Artificial intelligence is overrated I'm never going to make it, bot, I hate it out here I wish I was a toaster up 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 [Broken English] I hate it out here [Wheelie Cyberman] I hate it out here [Broken English] Yo, I'm never going to make it, bot, I hate it out here [Wheelie Cyberman] I hate it out here [Broken English] I hate it out here [Wheelie Cyberman] I'm never going to make it, bot, I hate it out here [Broken English] 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 [Wheelie Cyberman] I'll swallow my fear then I'll step up and I'll take it someday [Both] 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