They said your attitude still needs to be configured
And your state of mind has yet to be delivered
We bought a jar of happiness on the Amazon Prime
But the order has gone stale, the credit card was declined
Lying next to me was my female counterpart
Her reflexes had been activated as was her beating heart
Her chest began to heave when the coast was clear
And she whispered a phrase to me that struck my inner ear:
Neuralink it
Kink it, baby
Neuralink it
Kink it, baby
Give me the rhythmic robot love
Dance!
"We're firing on all cylinders now."
"Neuralink it, baby."
They put my ass together from the junk inside the shop
And bolted on a KMart brain and an Abercrombie cock
My objective in this world, they said, is to find a pharma high
And when I feel confused there's always Facebook lies
They set me up with an iphone and a car built my Elon Musk,
And sent me out to burning man in search of an elephant tusk
But their prime directive is to steal all that they can
And destroy what they can't control, and unalive the darker man
But I remember, yes I remember, it's the new kind of funk
Neuralink it
Kink it, baby
Neuralink it
Kink it, baby
Give me the rhythmic robot love
Dance!
"Machine me now, baby, go ahead and put it in. Oh yeah, now it's in."
"Cookin' with gas now, baby"
Feel that chip deep in the pocket, deep down inside
Dance, sucker!
Neuralink it
Kink it, baby
Neuralink it
Kink it, baby
Give me the rhythmic robot love