Fuzzy Dice lyrics

[Wheelie Cyberman]
Alright, let's see here. Fuzzy dice? Check
Whackacon bobble head doll? Check
Diesel incense? Uhh, check
Cool

Look at me: I’m a taxi cab driver
Go down the street, scope potential riders
Hey girl, where you going? What’s up, dude?
I’ll take you there if you got that loot

[Broken English]
Yo, you’re checking me, I’m just a taxi cab driver
I charge a fee, it's credits or saliva
Yo bot, just keep your grill off the leather
We’ll go through two time zones here together

[Wheelie Cyberman]
I got my boss on my back for a little hit and run
I light up meteorites for fun
I work through the night, yo, I never see the sun
Channeling dead bots, they took my solar paneling for fun
Those f*ckers, now I gotta refuel more frequently
Plan my route about a week in advance
There’s no chance for a bot like me
Never should have been let off of the assembly line
I’m missing gears like you wouldn’t believe
Cheated on my cabbie exam for fake pedigree
Now here’s a fare that I think I should take
These human females, man, they always tip great
"Hop on in, what’s happening? Where you headed, ladies?"
They pointed straight up, I hit the helium pedal
"I don’t mean to meddle, girls, but this neighborhood is grimy
What you doing here with you nice and shiny boots?"
I heard a brrrr (hee hee hee) then I turned to look behind me
These earth girls melted down to magma dudes
Those f*ckers, always leaving lava on my floor mats
As they morph from one life form to another
But I’m a get the last laugh
I’ve got a door that’s electric
I’ll shock them down to blubber, ha!

Now that I’m up I’m a stop by the depot
My boss jets around two and it’s three
So I think I’m safe
I hit the keypad 8-7-8
(Secret pass code denied)
Oh great man that’s all I need
Did I forget my cabbie fee?
I grab me three batteries they leave out for free
Then I hit the speed: I got a call
The imperial guard got some drunk bots at the queens ball (Yes, yes ya’ll)
Those upper-class bots are stacked
They tip me 20 credits and not even look back
So I’m gone, alright this night might prove beneficial
Some face time with a well-off official

[Broken English]
Hey yo look at me: I’m a taxi cab driver
Go down the street, scope potential riders
Hey girl, where you going? What’s up, dude?
I’ll take you there if you got that loot

[Wheelie Cyberman]
Yo, you’re checking me, I’m just a taxi cab driver
I charge a fee, it's credits or saliva
Hey bot, just keep your grill off the leather
We’ll go through two time zones here together

[Broken English]
I’m pushing my Grand Marquee across 520
Seattle fares ain’t sh*t, Eastsiders have plenty to spare
Square away with that bast*rd dispatcher
I’m still making more than I did with that rap sh*t
I’m well known by the cops in this section
My expired tabs give them all an erection
The intersection is packed with other cabbies
Collecting the cheese, yo, exploiting the Japanese
I got clearance to land on Earth Beta
Because my fake data comes from the best makers
I’ve got a cab to rent, any takers?
If not, I’ll just sit right back and read the paper
Bootleggers and pimps, black is the market
Around the block, kids circling my c*ckpit
I got a Glock c*cked inside my pocket
Don’t matter how c*cky, you are you can’t stop it
Picked up a couple at a bar up on 35th
"I’ll be back folks, unless you got a cigarette"
Went inside, grabbed a carton of Carltons
Came back out: "Holy sh*t, my f*cking car’s gone!"
Now you can skimp on a tip, I’ll be alight, yo
And maybe ride without paying, hey, I’ll let it go
But if you’re jacking my ride, I’m playing hero
Reanimate Kubrick, I feel like De Niro
Gun-toting, smoking, wide open, my eyes
Penetrate the disguise of free loading-ass criminals
Now, under the impression I’m a let em go
I ain’t Eastwood, but this sh*t is unforgivable
Not a word to say, I took all of their clothes away
Stashed the heat in the ashtray, slid up to Broadway
"Its okay, kids, I know you ain’t gay
So I’m a end this with a 'f*ck you, but have a nice day'"

[Wheelie Cyberman]
Artificial intelligence is overrated
I’m never going to make it, bot, I hate it out here
I wish I was a toaster up in some dudes basement
Oh, what the f*ck, man, I’m stuck in fourth gear
Those f*ckers! I paid them just to armor plate my brake pads
But I can tell they had a transmission fetish
I could see it in their shifty eyeballs, it was sad
They saw my seven speed and probably busted out the relish
Yo, I’m never going to make it, man, I hate it out here
[Broken English]
I hate it out here
[Wheelie Cyberman]
I hate it out here
[Broken English]
Yo, I’m never going to make it, bot, I hate it out here
[Wheelie Cyberman]
I hate it out here
[Broken English]
I hate it out here
[Wheelie Cyberman]
I’m never going to make it, bot, I hate it out here
[Broken English]
I waited all year and I still get up and take it
Yo, I’m never going to make it, bot, I hate it out here
[Wheelie Cyberman]
I’ll swallow my fear then I’ll step up and I’ll take it someday

[Both]
I’m gonna step up and I’ll take it someday
I’m gonna step up and I’ll take it someday
I’m gonna step up and I’ll take it someday