The Technodrome - Doctor Zygote, Strange U, King Kashmere

Ey, yo

Braindead base head, dimension X snake dread

Blazed wet, fiending for the taste of flayed flesh

Cybernetic organs, isometric orphans

Psychometric brain scan results showed distortion

Broken home aliens, overblown sapiens

Torn down by old goats of overgrown salience

Phantom power mic lord whose sword strikes the right chord

I might board the mothership

Stepping out the Ark of the Covenant incubation chamber

Like a Goa’uld System Lord getting major paper

Don’t hate the game, hate the player of Ghosts and Goblins

Behold the offspring, the last descendant of a lost king

Are you a man or a mouse?

I’m a mouseman

Who now stands in this humble abode smoking a sour dank

Top ranking official like Hu Yaobang

Why wait for tomorrow when you can do it now, fam?

Yo, reporting live from the Technodrome’s eyeball

From sunup to nightfall, I sip the polyglycol

It’s reaching fever pitch in a deep abyss

With a screaming witch who’s feeling bliss from the evil mist

Keep your distance, resistance is futile

Keep your distance, resistance is futile

Keep your distance, resistance is futile

Yo, reporting live from an undisclosed area

51 reasons to leave the planet in hysteria

Beware the little green men claiming our benefits and

Stealing our jobs and um, killing the dodo!

It was them not us killing the ozone

The fossil fuel burning, face gurning virtuosos

With the planet in an imaginary chokehold

Yeah, wake me up before you go-go