T-800 Chopper

This is a machine phase matter Humans get out The T 800s are coming Roofie radio chopper up I am T 800 The ground trembles before me Skulls crushed beneath my feet Feel the rumble with every step See the bullets I bet you don’t We got cybernetics punk Laser guns, skunk All up in your face Project blue bean, motherhugger What’s left to really say? I’m a terminator chopper T 800 matter of fact But not the one sent to kill John Connor The one to save your butt Cause that kid a bad butt And he’s teaching me how to feel I got the latest model cyberchip Learning on the wheels Where as I go English is tricky for me There was a treaty back in the day Where they influenced the language so that eventually Americans would be using words against each other. You have to check the context and square root of the word and the person saying it. Crazy right? I can’t believe it either This planet is wild You have to pay extra for organic They worship glyphosate What the funk? Because of consumerism America, the great 50 million grocery stores Throw away 25 Biggest expenditure of food I ever seen in my life While people starve in the same streets And people from church go overseas to preach This spits gotta stop We need John Connor man I’ll do what I have to Hasta la vista baby To be the freaky man Stand tall in the paint Didn’t you know? I could see in the future too I told you it’s a bad butt brain Something to be feared Striking fear into any opponent That stands before me It doesn’t have to wrap It doesn’t have to rhyme Don’t need to be a reason For me to commit a crime I’m an agent of truth And I know who the fudge I am Smoking stogies all over everywhere And all black everything All the gottamn time too So think twice Before you ask me How are you? My scanner does not lie I know if you will deceive me Your body temperature drops I can feel it moving There’s a little bit of sweat that hasn’t formed quite yet That is showing on my scanner as well Because I detect hot and cold Analyze them And offer you the data In the form of help or a bullet Which would you prefer? I am a winter solstice soldier Sent her from Neverland By Steven Spielberg man To destroy Halle weird And all the twisted shit They’ve been doing the kids For all these freaking years Maybe just one or two Not throwing everybody But get to the root You can expose it and heal the tree That is your people Americans and then the world Because imagine If this were a place Where you could grow Every nationality Color and treat Live here in the great United States We should be the leaders of the country standing for truth And what is right? And stamping out all that is night