Eurobiks

Yeah...
Spytech, Spytech, Spytech, Spytech...

[Verse 1 - Ryu]
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 what I mean?

[Hook]
Ahouah!
C'est le cri d'un robot souffrant d'amour
Ahouah!
Ahouah!
Meme sans ses larmes il pleure toujours
Ahouah!

[Verse 2 - Tak]
Calling all strippers out, time to undress
Turn around, burn it down to one breath
Yeah right, come on, 'cause to me it's all useless
Sike, this on my life, I'm in love with the music
Walk the dogs over Scotland Yard like
What's popping?
I'm stopping a stompy [?]
See, I'm off the globe
Someone tell me how a little flying saucer glows
Get your hands out of my pocket and watch the roll
I keep spitting the grits of the guts of the punk
Till I get rid of his clique
It's all hideous rip-raw rthymatic
I never hit soft when the kick ball pitch
Just, 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 French
Come on!

[Hook]
Ahouah!
C'est le cri d'un robot souffrant d'amour
Ahouah!
Ahouah!
Meme sans ses larmes il pleure toujours
Ahouah!

[Verse 3]
[Tak]
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 made of cellophane
[Ryu]
Ey, yo, bust the door down
Break the rules open
Dope, it's us now, make it more potent
Pump the bass out
Bump your Ford Focus
Puff 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!

[Hook]
Ahouah!
C'est le cri d'un robot souffrant d'amour
Ahouah!
Ahouah!
Meme sans ses larmes il pleure toujours
Ahouah!
Ah-ah-ah...