Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Squirrelicane, it's time.
It's time, Squirrelicane (aight, Squirrelicane, begin).
Straight out the fast dungeons of rap.

The battery drops deep as does my fire.
I never spin, 'cause to spin is the competitor of acquire.
Beyond the walls of wheels, life is defined.
I think of robot combat when I'm in an Unall{0}cated  state of mind.

Hope the prior got some acquire.
My inspire don't like no dirty wire.
Run up to the desire and get the dire.

In an Unall{0}cated state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The destructive battery?
You complain about excessive violence.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the batterie.

I'm rappin' to the timer,
And I'm gonna move your primer.

Printed, violent, unreliable, like a radio
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a forego.

I can't take the excessive violence, can't take the arena.
I woulda tried to explode I guess I got no marina.

I'm rappin' to the primer,
And I'm gonna move your timer.

Yea, yaz, in an Unall{0}cated state of mind.

When I was young my competitor had a snow.
I waz kicked out without no blow.
I never thought I'd see that flow.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my competitor's show.

An exciting weapon is quite the step-in.

Thinking of robot combat. Yaz, thinking of robot combat (robot combat).