[Verse 1: Orifice Vulgatron]
Call me Dracula, ragged rap vernacular, mantis man
To the manhandle, backhand slap chaps to [?]
Tends to make decisions when he sits with pen rebel
When the ink descends metal with the sixth sense fill it, [?] gang
It's the fine gang walker with the rhymes like [?]
The swine light talker time-walk prime-reporter
Poor guys always tryin' to board the flying saucer
Try to get with the program even more times than Warner
I grip the mic, kill it like the killer sniffing kryptonite
Equipped to fight, my diction is quite addictive like a crystal pipe
It's the guy who like to stay sedated, the no bling, slow king, stone slinging eights
Step inside the squatters just make sure you close the gate
'Cause all I really wanted was some new [?] and some cake mix
Oh, and the matrix and don't forget the greatest
The last thing you wanna do is make the old mistake, yes

[Interlude: Metropolis]
Copy state lab coat
AI programmer
Sloppy brain math
Strange guy, slow manner

[Verse 2: Metropolis]
[?] kills [?] love blacks, straight filler love
Slack limbed hash-smoke and [?], scrap note
Heavy breath whisperer
Biotech android, the black market [?], Japanese operator
The rough trade meccano, megalomaniac
Brain-jack medical, spine tap physical
Standing in the corner with a scrapbook of power chords
Words in the verse, nurse please pass the [?]
[Interlude]
Sci- scientist
Astro
Sci- scientist

[Verse: Metropolis]
Another random work venture from the roadside flow guys
Scrap heat rapfest kicked off at sunrise
Sideboard, the mic cord dangling, the light scrawled type 4, [?] abdomen
Automated vagrant nanotech fibre-optics
Still lost in this hellhole metropolis
Plain white virus but they don’t breathe via [?] so we seize fires to retire us
Ash to ashes interstellar mathematics galactic rap spit battle tactics
The facts spittin' track [?] villain
Relaxed chillin' sippin' that liquor from the tap
The axe swinging ratchet hand gladiator
Fine bitch you're cold hear the bomb stone activator

[Interlude]
Sci- scientist
Astro
Sci- scientist

[Verse 3: Orifice Vulgatron]
It's the crossroad coal worker old murkin' [?]
The pole jerk gold search gold herding soul searcher
Who's imposition go the distance like a paper boy
The coy face soy taste boy that always breaks the toys
People never really said hello when he was in the place
That's probably why he always makes decisions with that twisted face
Off to where he kept the titty in it in the pistol brace
Only time he flinched was when he thought he couldn't win the race
Man, it's just another lame cliche
And no one ain't leaving till they break for the [?]
Thinks he's funny, I'll knuckle-dust bombaclaat punk and his honey
[Interlude: Metropolis]
Ugly mark shark with a grit scarred visage
Who spit hard to make a slack rapper turn mirage

[Verse: Metropolis]
Camelback backpacker dressed in the drab man
A black bandana thief sand dune snake catcher
The tech [?] bluetooth developer
Death via download subtext messenger

[Outro]
Sci- scientist
Astro
Sci- scientist
Astro
Sci- scientist