microscopic maniacal mathematics machine,

pulls incredible feats, the likes a which you never seen

in its code, the chance to realize all of our dreams

on the other hand it might just rip out all of our spleens!

take humanity to mars

composes some killer bars

make a planetary network for disinfo about SARS

pull mine outta my pocket he's a chill little guy

a fucked up silicon brain that helps the corporations spy

he connects me to the bitches yeah whole world round

just found a little humanoid who seems like she's down

send a message through the airwaves to a guy i never met

to take me over to her house in his dinosaur-powered corvette

pump lizard juice to the sky, makes the temperature high,

roll up upon her shack and give reproduction a try

thanks little machine, i'm so sorry i was mean

maybe when matrix comes true just don't rip out my spleen

[FIN]