Mad props to MC Hawking for blazing a trail few have the courage to tread. We're all going to Hell.
psychedelic
bay area
nerd rap
nerd rock
rippsss
sublimation
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Story behind the song
Rahl and I came up with the idea of a Rascal scooter-mounted nanotech defense system and the thing just spiralled out of control. Eventually, I envisioned this quadrapalegic spokesperson for the RoDAkS system who was very "street" and would push what began as a defense system as a system for dishing out vengeance to all of the suburbanites who ritually disrespect retards and the handi-capable. Go, RoDAkS! Sick 'em!
Lyrics
RoDAkS - Robo-dog Attack Squad
fuck a lo-jack, i'm rockin RoDAkS
fuck walking i'm rolling like stephen hawking
whippersnappers better step aside
cuz my ride came with RoDAkS stock
chompin fools on the ankles til i get my props
my eye drops keep me lubricated for the op
when i'm rollin on your block
i'm an elderly man but i still can crack
a can of whoopass upon you fast and snap crackle blam
an AI nanotech raid upon that geriatric who played me
out at the bingo parlor, shut up his flapping gums
with locomotion and some of this modified rascal scooter
supercomputer equipped contraption
i'm set for action although my reactions are slowed
by years of decay and tendonitis from playing FPS games
until way past my bedtime
i get carried away and need a breath between my rhymes.
what started off as an experiment
to make my labor leisure
has become the embodiment of giving pain for pleasure
24 mega-ankle-biters at your service
once you are chopped at your hi-tops
and you recognize you deserve this
RoDAkS robo-doggies swarm from lower ranks,
control the flanks and hold hostage your privates.
i'm cold taking out rogue paperboys and those
who impede my path from corner store and back
my attack upon the unsuspecting, i'm projecting, will make
headlines.
reclined, i'm overturning your lemonade stand and typing
"what up, tricks?!" although you'll never see the CAPS LOCK
emphasising my diss and my position as the president of the
piss and vinegar society.