Compiler Lyrics & Chords By Optimus Rhyme

It's like a half a yellow olive on your tongue
A hook up when the day's done
A fifty yard punt in the fourth quarter of the big game
thatcha got 500 bucks on, it's that tenth inning run

(No-no-no-no-no-no that's not good enough try something else.)

It's an open canker sore on your tongue
A beat down when the day's done
A low blocked punt in the fourth quarter of the big game
thatcha got your whole life savings on, it’s your tenth baby son

(Maaan, nah, du- tsh, nah. God.)

It's nothing, my existence is exactly the sum
Of five, minus nine, plus four, that's none
That’s zero. It's the absence of life as a blank scroll
It regurgitates words and takes the first lost soul
It surges on the verge of destruction and just grows
Fuck bein' a star; I wanna be a black hole
And I'll greedily gobble up everything, the periodical elements
Even when I yell it's just the methodical way I'm tellin' this
I deliver with no embellishments
Many rappers come to the battle kickin' irrelevance
I stand firmly against…
Your girlfriend when you on stage makin' no sense
Takin' too long bot, we gotta rock after this?
Another jumpsuit rapper with another clenched fist
On another new stage that'll probably and change
To techno when the owner hears this hip hop shit

(Announcer)
Paging Optimus Rhyme,
Your presence is requested on Autobeat Sanctuary Level Z75
The Decepticon reports: Affirmative.

I'm a robot, don't feel nuthin but hunger
Energy low, we five dots under
Regulations tell us we gotta quit,
Well these regulations don't mean shit
I'm a robot, don't feel nuthin but hunger
Energy low, we five dots under
Regulations tell us we gotta quit,
Well these regulations don't mean shit

A compilation record's like your life
You got some good times, and some other shitcha might not like (Waaight)
That's the beauty of the beast
Ya gotta be bombed repeatedly to just appreciate the peace
Ya see, ya gotta pass before the beast
Ya gotta last longer than your girl when you work between the knees
It seems to me you gotta squeeze and squeeze
'Til everything gets released out your brain then you see
Finally, your mind'll be silently smiling
You're finally out the bullshit and compiling
Your style, a reason to rock it a manifesto
But now obsessed yo, I said it, I confess yo
And man, I know I'm too old for these kids
They all be Yu-Gi-Oh, and I be Pokémon and shit,
But until my mic is broken I'll be hopin' for a hit
I'm chokin' on the words, yo fuck it, man, I quit

(Announcer)
Guzzlebot deactivation chamber deregulated
Star scan has been located on the outskirts of Planet Z75.
Enjoy.

I'm a robot, don't feel nuthin but hunger
Energy low, we five dots under
Regulations tell us we gotta quit,
Well these regulations don't mean shit
I'm a robot, don't feel nuthin but hunger
Energy low, we five dots under
Regulations tell us we gotta quit,
Well these regulations don't mean shit

Just step the fuck back
Step the fuck back and praise fate that I'm breathin'
I feel like I'm leavin' my own body every time I go to sleep
I wish one time that it would happen
That I could leave my flesh behind and creep quietly through the street
Its anonymity embodied as I float beneath the moon
I stand stark naked in the desert, New Mexico, soon
I flash back to World War II
Yo, while I remember, made you shop for my tux
Sucks, lettuce fucked me up too much, you said, "Don't worry"
I hover over blurry snapshots of my life
It's like memories brrrrrrrrrrr tattooed internal organs
We're animals, cursed with philosophic minds
Flesh with urges, behind heavy curtains
It's been too long I snuggled up shivering 'til dawn
I drink rasberry beer from a jar when I was happy, float on
I don't wanna forget, we gotta glide
It gets kinda heavy, wanna rise to the ceiling
Through the roof look at my grandparents lives
We all die just look up at the sky in the desert
With vodka on my breath, death seemed like a movie
I'm the third star from the right in Gemini
Comets fly by, and I'm stuck in that position
I'm breathin' heart beatin' not movin' not wishin' for nuthin'
Not wishin' for nuthin', not wishin' for nuthin'

I'm a robot, don't feel nuthin but hunger
Energy low, we five dots under
Regulations tell us we gotta quit,
Well these regulations don't mean shit
I'm a robot, don't feel nuthin but hunger
Energy low, we five dots under
Regulations tell us we gotta quit,
Well these regulations don't mean shit

(Nah, nah, nah dude that sucks, that whole song sucks.)

Lick my butt, lick my butt, lick my butt, lick my butt (Lick whaaaaat?)
Lick my butt, lick my butt, lick my butt, lick my butt (Lick whaaaaat?)