Chapter III: Mature Machines - CYNE

Fuck haters, child of a laser\nEverything I say, just a chemical equation\nBalance that reaction, chicks from Venus on a mattress\nThey don’t care that I’m from Mars, all they wanna see is action\nWhat’s crack-a-lackin? Laserteeth, you a bastard\nGetting old, motherfucker, new job, can you hack it?\nMessed up the last one; target got away, boo\nBetter make sure you get this mark from today, dude\nThe federation got nothing on this patient\nCall it how you see it, we the reason you won’t make it\nSaid you were a killer, now you just another patient\nStaring at an unfamiliar ceiling, trembled by the greatest\nLaserteeth a beast, dripping neon on your sheets\nCreeping on a come up, Space Harrier on beats\nSpitting in a circle, put you in a deep sleep\nToo bad your bedroom is now six feet deep\nThat is what you get when your name is on the list\nTeeth, teeth, teeth, teeth…