My name is Wheelie Cyberman Live again See we drive 'em in To the sh**ty barrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Who me? It's Whee-lee-lee-lee-lee-lee I sing this song, stalkin' down 18th Mr. Cyberman Unrecognizable I rock the fake mustache and the re-sizable tophat You got that? and customizable shockpads I stock mad piles of reliable chips It's Autobeat business like this With witness list stuck to my stickshift This crew, moving through the environments My nose to the ground, sniffing out the intoxicants You smell that? Yeah there's a (Whackacon) presence It's obvious; you can hear it in the records My hobby is finding undeniable proof It's 2 AM, I'm on the roof with the spy gla** Why ask those losers if they bite that? I got the answer, meet me in the phone booth Check the photograph; hey look, bot, they do Who me? It's W-A-H-P! Keep an office space on lunar base 3 Had a secretary but she bolted I think she was insulted By the fact that we track (Whackacons) I always keep the energon loaded But so did the second 'cause he was a mechanic from Megadon That's how we planned it, get intelligence expanded Throw a barbecue and demand that you bring a few close friends Scan the mechanic and then we're in Somebody dropped a credit and man I didn't land it, couldn't stand it I done shifted my top hat, took a deep breath, got back in the saddle There'll be another battle, there'll be another night It's Optimus Rhyme; we don't believe in getting rattled Let me elaborate; I keep a focused sight Envision my enemies face down leakin' Cause I eradicate mental mind slaves while I'm speakin'