[Dr. Octagon]
Your organic medical talk propels off my arms
The atom bomb final Lionel Richie not couth for this battle
I battle sing sing sing like bing bing bing
ricochet rapid grab it like a poppa
Watch you jam like a techer with old energy it's me
lyrically bionically you're panicked B
You end up in the ? as I begat
Fertilizin your chrome dome boils sore medicated
All flows rose and have a tweakin speakin
Puerto Rican the powerful machine gun stun
Ba-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum, ambulence, lights bright
Paramedics fetish your legs with eggs chicken hatch
Can't find too they dead ex, but the skin don't match
Chorus: Dr. Octagon (repeat 3X)
And you say, no awareness, swift as gold
[Sir Menelik]
Bio-production is greatly increased, magnetic fields
Velocity of projectiles, electro-liquid experiments
Theoretical observances and critical procedures, cool
to seventy-seven Kelvins, by submerging, steel cylinders
Secure capacitated it in the cyrogenic containin the crude samples
One millimeter, in diameter
Since the last explosion, December 3rd, 1992
Reinforce mixin copper nickel-beryllium oxide
Concentric layers, proportional carbon density of the radius
Indisturbed existance if it does produce contradictory statements
or quantum, wave functions, mechanic mind out of matter
This behaviour is accompanied by concious experience
Remains astral, flexing as ever
Ask Copernicus about pushing limits
Chorus
[Dr. Octagon]
Like a twenty-five, pep-a-pep-pep, pellets beebee guns
will stun buns, kickin up dirt dust, must you see me
hittin like beepers, beep beep, vibrate
Take swift shake swift with myth
