[2nd verse: MC Frontalot]

Is unbelievable. You want to see the full
scope of the mechanism 'cause you got skepticism,
but I promise: ain't no kind of magic involved.
Gear to the piston, problem solved.
An automaton walking, stride like a city block.
Shoulder pops up: missile flock!
It's a lock pattern at the target I choose.
Clouds on impact: mushrooms.
Jets that zooms and tank treads rolling:
these gnats and ants can't disrupt the strolling.
Polling the citizens, "You want me stop?
City Hall's still standing!"
"THANKS, ROBOT!"
Flanks so taut with titanium muscle.
Giant lizard wanna jostle? Let's tussle.
Thrust you back in the ocean; bye bye.
Rocket fist to flip its digit up high.