Brrr Stick 'Em Lyrics

"Well Toby, still want to be bionic?"
"You bet! I saw the way you mopped up those guys.
If I could do that there wouldn't be a kid in town that could make me..."
"Toby, listen to me. What you saw in there was a man
being forced to go berzerk because there are parts
of his body he wasn't born with"

Hearers of the tone with the sensitive poem
Transmitted with the voice like a sousaphone
We be beaming these rhymes to the satellite
With the Human Beatbox for the people's delight

I run the three-legged race in a potato sack
I put a whole potato salad right down your back
I get mad respect at the old folk's home
Your mama's grandpapa won't leave me alone

Crank up the bass and redline the game
You're like the Tidy Bowl man spinning down the drain
'Cause I'm a cyborg created to emcee
We're gonna change our name to The Disco Three

Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em

Update my firmware and I'm good to go
I'm like "Danger, Will Robinson! Danger, Will Robinson!"
Coming down the block and you're like "Oooo!"
Bionic eye with the do-do-do-do-do-do....

I got my gear on like the Ear-ons
The human switchboard and interferons
We Jam On It like Newcleus
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Do androids dream of electric sheep?
Well, either way you're going to sow just what you reap
'Cause I'm a replicant, not a skin-job
Yo, HAL, open the fuckin' doors to the pod

Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em

Ah! Ah!
(Human Beatbox sample)

Smooth like butter, pure like ghee
Let me get up on the mic with the do-re-me
My dog's name is Sam, not Fifi
I'm profilin' a boulangerie

Robotron, Gorf, and Galaga
I got the sexy Dig Dug calendar
Mix Master's scratching like he's got lice
The crabs! Hey yo, that ain't nice!

Like One-Eyed Jacks and Suicide Kings
You want wildness, wild I bring
My Uncle Freddie's making horseradish
To serve you on a platter like gefilte fish

Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em
Brrr, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick ' em

"Well Toby, still want to be bionic?"
"What do you think you're doing in here you little agh..."