Futuristic Sex Robotz - Back To The Future | Текст песни

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If my calculations are correct,
When this baby hits eighty-eight miles per hour,
You're going to see some serious shit.

My flows hit you at straight eighty-eight,
Miles per hour that's enough to generate,
One point twenty-one gigawatts son,
And I'm on the run, from the Libyans,
It was a straight-jack move for plutonium,
And when the van rolls up it's pandemonium,
One eighteen AM at Twin Pines Mall,
Is when I can pinpoint my total downfall,
Now they say Doc Brown, he was a lonely man,
But his time machine was a DeLorean,
He said "You're gonna go back, you gotta do it in style,
Or take your ass on back down to 8 mile."
My life is flashin' before my eyes,
And the bullets is flyin' across the skies,
They got my homie, Doc, and yo he ain't gonna make it,
The Libyans is comin' back around, I gotta take it,
Jam in the keys, then I slam it into gear,
Stomp the gas to get the fuck outta here,
And if this wasn't enough of a disaster,
Libyans on my tail, I'm goin' faster and faster,
Happened to be plutonium in the Flux Capacitor.

And now I'm headed back to '55 with no passenger,
I wish that I had packed myself a travel kit,
'Cuz Doc was right, hit 88 and saw some serious shit,
I roll up quick and I bust into a farm,
And then I'm like "Hey, sorry, about your barn"
About this time I had the realization,
That it was '55 in the U.S. nation,
Now I gotta find out what the fuck I'm facin',
Without destroyin' history in the makin',

Gotta find some time to collect my thoughts,
So I dip into a diner and analyze my plots,
A guy walks up, "Can I take your order?"
I musta sounded like I had a mental disorder,
He said "I can't give you a Pepsi, free,
You gotta pay for that shit, see?"
Just about then, a man walks by,
And he's like "Yo, I'm talkin' to you, McFly"
I try to hold back a reaction that's knee-jerk,
And Biff is like "Yo McFly, where's my homework?
Don't trick me around, or I be fightin',
How's it gonna look, my homework in your handwritin'?"

So I dip out the diner, my coffee, I swallow,
Keep a low profile, my father, I follow,
When I find him, he's peeping on my mom in a tree,
Like hidden camera sluts.mpg,
He falls into the street, to my disdain,
So I tackle him outta the way, like ESPN,
So I'm hit by a car and I gotta sustain,
Gramps busts out "They jumped out in front of my car again!"
I don't yet know it but I'm not in luck,
Seein' my dad has made the timeline totally fucked,
I wake up in a room, am I goin' insane?
A hot slut says "Howdy, my name is Lorraine,"
I'm like "What the fuck? Is this my mom?
Definitely is, and she is comin' on strong."
It's been a common scene, but I made it out alive.

Now I'm headin' on over, to Riverside Drive,
Gotta meet the doc, Emmett Brown,
And find out what's really goin' on in this town,
You couldn't believe me, if you're so inclined,
Doc opens the door and tries to read my mind,
I said "I'm from the future, I know it sounds demented.
I came here in a time machine that you invented.
And now it's come down to stayin' alive.
I gotta get back to 1985."
Eventually I manage to convince the old man,
We head out to where I hid the delorean,
I hook up the camera from the video shoot,
and we see this old doc in a radiation suit.
He says "Radiation suit, of course!
Because the fallout from the atomic wars!"
We keep movin' on and he's like "Great Scott!
One point twenty-one gigawatts?!?
The proposition at hand is very frightenin'
For that kinda power, would need a bolt of lightnin'.
You never know when or where it'