Optimus Rhyme - Fuzzy Dice lyrics

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

Yo, you’re checking me
I’m just a taxi cab driver
I charge a fee, it's credit's 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 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 credit's 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, it's credit's or saliva
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 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'"

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

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