Eurobiks - Styles of Beyond

Yeah…

Spytech, Spytech, Spytech, Spytech…

Yo, watch your first step, hot robotniks

Stop the worst chick you can pop and lock with

Hot pink socks on playing with chopsticks

(That's a rad song!)

I ain’t saying it’s not, bitch!

Yo, watch this:

I kick flows in mach six

Pump Depeche Mode in my box and roll thick

Thirteen deep and a side with no plates

Up and then rock in a club for show dates

Relax, don’t do it, it’s cocaine

Crack is so chic if you heat it with propane (yo!)

So let’s go where people smoke douja

Play some leap frog and drink some Jolt Cola

Take the place over

Hop then low-low

Wake me up quick and before you go-go

Let my man hit, here’s a couple of beans

You know the whole damn clique wanna come on Eileen

You know, man…

Ahouah!

C’est le cri d’un robot souffrant d’amour

Ahouah!

Ahouah!

Meme sans ses larmes il pleure toujours

Ahouah!

Calling on strippers cause I’m the undress

Turn around, burn it down to one breath

Right, come on, 'cause the is all useless

Aight, yes on my life, I’m in love with the music

Walk the dogs of a Scotland Yard and you’re like

What’s popping?

I’m stopping a stompy

See, I’m off the globe

Some will tell you how a little flying saucer glows

Get your hands on my pocket and watch the roll

I keep spitting the grid of the guts

Till I get rid of his clique

It’s all hideous rip-raw mythematic

I never hit soft when I kick balls

Pitchforks and a fuse-lit torch

When I’m cruising

Only when I’m really pissed off it’s amusing

Smell around, notice a stench

You know it’s us, so what’s up

Say hello to the prince!

Come on!

Ahouah!

C’est le cri d’un robot souffrant d’amour

Ahouah!

Ahouah!

Meme sans ses larmes il pleure toujours

Ahouah!

Yo!

A few hassles

A new castle

Crack me off on a couple tattoos

I didn’t get a name

I’ve never been to Spain

A choke-chain with a leash, man

It’s in the fame

Ey, yo, break the door down

Bust the rules open

Dope, it’s us now, make them more potent

Pump the base out

Bump your Ford Focus

Pop the whole bag, get some more crocus

Give me that funk, that sweet, that nasty

That sick-and-twisted, get your piss shit

Diss the next misfit acting up

I won’t stop 'till the cops say that’s enough

Come on!

Ahouah!

C’est le cri d’un robot souffrant d’amour

Ahouah!

Ahouah!

Meme sans ses larmes il pleure toujours

Ahouah!

Ah-ah-ah…