My name is Wheelie Cyberman
Live again
See we drive 'em in
To the shitty barrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Who me? It's Whee-lee-lee-lee-lee-lee
I sing this song, stalkin' down 18th
Mr. Cyberman Unrecognizable
I rock the fake mustache and the re-sizable tophat
You got that? and customizable shockpads
I stock mad piles of reliable chips
It's Autobeat business like this
With witness list stuck to my stickshift
This crew, moving through the environments
My nose to the ground, sniffing out the intoxicants
You smell that? Yeah there’s a (Whackacon) presence
It's obvious; you can hear it in the records
My hobby is finding undeniable proof
It's 2 AM, I'm on the roof with the spy glass
Why ask those losers if they bite that?
I got the answer, meet me in the phone booth
Check the photograph; hey look, bot, they do
Who me? It's W-A-H-P!
Keep an office space on lunar base 3
Had a secretary but she bolted
I think she was insulted
By the fact that we track (Whackacons)
I always keep the energon loaded
But so did the second 'cause he was a mechanic from Megadon
That's how we planned it, get intelligence expanded
Throw a barbecue and demand that you bring a few close friends
Scan the mechanic and then we're in
Somebody dropped a credit and man I didn't land it, couldn't stand it
I done shifted my top hat, took a deep breath, got back in the saddle
There'll be another battle, there'll be another night
It's Optimus Rhyme; we don't believe in getting rattled
Let me elaborate; I keep a focused sight
Envision my enemies face down leakin'
Cause I eradicate mental mind slaves while I'm speakin'