Bees in my Fingers

[Verse 1: Freeced]
I'm an avid plasmid connoisseur
Trapped down in an antique magic sewer
And I've hacked myself so I can explore
Every cranny, safe and cabinet door
I've been canny, I've been had before
But this Atlas chap has a fab rapport
What a gallant Gaelic pal to turn to
At the capitalist bloodbath du jour
I'm up and adam at the crack of dark
Snacking on pep bars and a pack of darts
While I track big daddies and amass the parts
To keep blasting frags and leaving ashy marks
How's that? With the help of these sad remarks
On the tape decks scattered in the paths and parks
(I was stabbed in the back) What a tragic arc
Now it's time old jack had a fat cigar

[Chorus]
I got bees in my fingertips
Schemes I deliver with
Ease, all my writtens are
Teeming with dividends
Even the bigger men
Scream when I send em in
To sting their knees
Saying 'Freeced is menacing'

[Verse 2: Freeced]
Bit humdrum, but it does bring the money home
Brring Brring, anyone abuzz in the honeycomb
Brring Brring, all your little wing wing wings
Petal to the nettle now, sting sting sting
The gears of the keep keep creaking and freezing
'Tis the season, bees are the reason
I bumble and jump through a jumble of steampunk
Sons of a gun, sticking needles to eve in

[Chorus]
I got bees in my fingertips
Schemes I deliver with
Ease, all my writtens are
Teeming with dividends
Even the bigger men
Scream when I send em in
To sting their knees
Saying...

[Interlude: The Stupendium]
Welcome to rapplebees
Would you like the rapples or the bees?
The bees?
Bees it is
Aaaah

[Verse 3: The Stupendium]
So I'm sitting in a city at the bottom of the ocean
Really could you think of more preposterous a notion?
With engineering oddities and economic policies
With wealthy ideologies invoking a commotion
Perched on a pressurised precipice
And You're wondering what our objective is?
My dear, down here we're objectivists
So I hope that you don't object to fists
Full of thunderbolts and lightning
Very very frightening
Me! Me! Me! It's the way I think
Galileo was tried for his scientific findings
And that, my guy, is just why we're hiding
For here inventors don't fear the censor
And perverting nature is a business venture
Petty morality? Just get a hand of bees!
So get on down to the syringe dispenser

[Chorus]
I got bees in my fingertips
Schemes I deliver with
Ease, all my writtens are
Teeming with dividends
Even the bigger men
Scream when I send em in
To sting their knees
Saying Freeced is

[Verse 4: The Stupendium]
So you're off on a jaunt on the promenade
And that knave Fontaine just bombed the place
Don't contemplate, set the dogs ablaze!
'Buy yours today! Incinerate!'
When the great chain strains for a sign of life
In your two-cent mutant nine-to-five
Just imbibe hypos and you might survive
'Oh my, I've broken out in hives'

[Chorus]
I got bees in my fingertips
Schemes I deliver with
Ease, all my writtens are
Teeming with dividends
Even the bigger men
Scream when I send em in
To sting their knees
Saying...

[Verse 5: The Stupendium]
So come take a glance at our damp manifesto
Genetics, self-interest, and deco frescos
Parasitic fishy in the tank? Well I warned you
Daddy's gonna come give you a spank with a corkscrew