like you so hot (so what) I think you sound like a robot (robot) You put it down like you so hot (so what) I think you sound like a robot Arigato Robota a
down down down Down down dee-down down Follow me, let's go down-down (4x) (Chelsea) Let's go They seem robotic, electronic, melodic, exotic We like
a key and then I turn it for free We've got to move it just a little to hit the spot A whirling derbish in a flurry a fox to trot Come clown around, a robot
ta, tadata, ta, ta Maria, believe me, I like it loud Maria, believe me, I like it loud Maria, believe me, I like it loud Maria, believe me, I like it hot
up then vomit Quicker than a comet, I feel like a star Everyone waves, they know who we are So much love, so much there Tell me you don't feel like a
in the back Spittin' mad trash, honey, honey and we real bad-ass You know we got panache, we gettin' mad cash Paid a dime a second like Diamond Dave
feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not What I'm doin' I just blow, my head is a stove top I just explode, the kettle gets so hot Sometimes my mouth
hot shit, you can spot it From a mile away, hot where we come from Some come, Mad Child's a stun gun dumb dumb Violent phantom, shine like Green Lantern
[Chorus Cuts: DJ Babu:] Just too hot to touch Just too hot to touch i got what you want [Madchild:] Although I plan to go out with a bang not a whimper
a two-piece We rock, we he roll, where he got control Me and my mans and them Get the brains out these hoes If she can dance, then She can romance nice and slow Be in a trance like
and robots so they gotta wait 'til the show stop Or how 'bout on the beach with black sand Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man Table top or just give me a
it to the maximum oh WHAT a machine Movin in slow-mo, not makin a fuss All of a sudden when they push the button I get a rush I'm gone Climbin up
Let me see your robot, a little dance that we do High right, low left, I'm hype with no help On cloud 9, heart racin? like Corvette I need a material girl in a
then more science, scar's n stitches alphabetical gems blow by him, pause it a bit. tech n9ne a mental giant! he's a mental giant, that's what they say he's a
board I shake-n-bake it naked, like betty crocker I use a black marker, I draw your face in a sketch Like a artiste Two broken arms from my shoulder have a
back in a bun Cookin pork and beans Some stale franks in the sun Kids ain't listenin Little danny's got a hard head Bugs are crawlin Cables all smell like
gain from em, they tat a nigga name on em Yall know krizz, heard him on a couple of features You seen him in every city, a couple of beaches, I Hit a
m not inclined to hum a song. Just like a robot waiting for a fuse I'm too crazy to even have the blues. Instant instant instant poetry Too hot to