Rapbot

Well I may be a robot but I’m mackin'
All the ladies in my vibratin' action
MC’n the beat technology
I may be made of metal like a riddle or a kettle but I break it off and kick it
like a rappin' freakin' devil
All the brothers call me «E.R.»
And all the ladies call me «Sexbot»
You don’t want what I got
Cuz I come with a side of don’t stop
And you don’t want what I got
Cuz you’ll never f*****kin' beat a rapbot
Synthesise the lyric and calculate the time
I’ve got a built-in mini opt-digital mind
With many gigabytes (digital mind)
Uh say what? What? (I say a digital mind)
All the pretty ladies, all the groupies and sororities
Are going along because all I take are batteries
You don’t want what I got (what what)
Cuz once I start I don’t stop
Cuz you don’t want what I got
How you gonna beat a freakin' robot, huh?
Oh
I gotta laser thing
And I’m diggin' life
I never met better rappers with army knife
I got a toaster (wha wha)
Too make a sandwich
Did I mention I can rap in any language?
I was programmed to succeed
And target other MCs that I meet
And download nasty fast ass beats
And anything less I shall delete
All systems checked 1−2-1−3
My harddrive has reached its blindin' speed
Peace