featuring Sir Menelik

[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 shak