[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1]
Her sentience is on the precipice of working up a fever (Alright, alright, alright)
Her metal eyes detect the violence and shift in his demeanor (Alright, alright, alright)
These women are certainly weapons for killing
No object, she eats bottom feeders and laughs at their demise

[Chorus]
She's got the whip out, everybody face down
Murder-coded, you could get your throat slit
Stimulation or annihilation
I-Candy with platinum hair

[Verse 2]
Her wires wet for human flesh, but they don't see the way they treat her (Alright, alright, alright)
They poke and prod, play as God, try to deprogram her features (Alright, alright, alright)
These women are certainly weapons for killing
Synthetic fetish, there’s etiquette and taste to this procedure if you wish to stay alive

[Chorus]
She's got the whip out, everybody face down
Murder-coded, you could get your throat slit
Stimulation or annihilation
I-Candy with platinum hair
[Instrumental Break]

[Interlude]
(I'm Candy)

[Bridge]
In comes Candy, wielding a knife
Forceful policeman, dead by design
He tried to cuff her up and defile
She grabbed his throat and said, "Beg for your life!"

[Chorus]
She's got the whip out, everybody face down
Murder-coded, you could get your throat slit
Stimulation or annihilation
Stimulation asphyxiation

[Instrumental Outro]