My name is Wheelie CybermannLive againnSee we drive 'em innTo the shitty barrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrnnWho me?nIt's Whee-lee-lee-lee-lee-leenI sing this song, stalkin' down 18th.nMr. CybermannUnrecognizablenI rock the fake mustache and re-sizable tophat.nYou got that?nAnd customizable shockpads.nI stock mad piles of reliable chips.nIt's autobeat business like this.nWith witness list up to my stickshiftnThis crew, moving through the environments.nMy nose to the ground, sniffing out the intoxicants.nYou smell that?nIt is a (Whackacon) presence.nIt's obvious.nYou can hear it in the records.nMy hobby is finding undeniable proof.nIt's 2 AM, I'm on the roof with the spy glass.nWhy ask those losers if they bite that?nI got the answer, meet me in the phone booth.nCheck the photographnHey look, bot, they do.nWho me? It's W-A-H-P!nnKeep an office space on lunar base 3.nHad a secretary but she bolted.nI think she was insultednBy the fact that we track (Whackacons).nI always keep the energon loaded,nBut so did the second 'causenHe was a mechanic from Megadon.nThat's how we planned it,nGet intelligence expanded.nThrow a barbecue and demandnThat she bring a few close friends.nScan the mechanic and then we're in.nSomebody dropped a creditnAnd man I didn't land it, couldn't stand it.nI just shifted my top hat, took a deep breathnGot back in the saddle.nThere'll be another battle, there'll be another night.nIt's Optimus Rhyme,nWe don't believe in getting rattled.nLet me elaborate; I keep a focused sight,nEnvision my enemies face down leakin',nCause I eradicate mental mind slaves while I'm speakin'