Doctor Maniak: Issue #52

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I've a got an evil op, but it needs more sage
Mapped out the plan but the math's insane 
Codename: Automaton Cons the Exchequer Safe
It's a big ol' payload if you got the smarts that it takes

Numskull
Don't enter my lab and then question if my brain's full
I might lose my cool, ensure you get terminated
And we don't any that, so best tell what we're makin
I once built a doorway to limbo with just
Four dollars in a convenience store plus
The galaxor reactor I keep on a chain
I'll get to work on something sick as long as I don't find it lame

I've always got something real sick on my mind
Hunta-killa cyborg sidekick of sorts
Shinobi mamba crossbreed technology of the time
Lasers and miniguns for blasting through sick swine
Capability to tear tanks in two with his two cuffs
Probably know a magic trick to total me in two puffs 

Fine, I'm in on the plot, but, you'll have to find
The perfect specimen whose humanity we'll have to grind up, 
Along with his brain, bones, and beef

Doctor, have a little faith in me, please
I have my recon set up on a young tyke from Wyke street
He only old enough to have his very last tyke teef

To make a mere child be a weapon of misery?
A kid couldn't handle all the tech and artillery
He still too young to pick up a blaster
And start blastin the pigs that are bound to chase after him
Better off goin with a grown bull anyway
I know a dude who could take the whole force any day

Don't undermine him, took me years to find him
Came onto my radar at a dive I was dining
He kneebarred a drunk dummy, who done acted too tough
Almost made his thigh and his shinbone touch
If not for the horse drag that his dad keep on hand
He'd be the first worst baddest killer in his homeland...

Oh and Doc?
Don't got worry bout his parents bein rebels
This little brother's mother is a fiend who chews dope pebbles
His daddy buys him soot stew and old socks with holes
If he's lucky oreos, only the blacks though
As for you and me? You know I'll split you a thick slice
Once we're pulling heists so icky we get sick twice
Treat yourself to as much gold as you can grab
I'ma make you so filthy rich you get stabbed
You make the boy a super solider, I'ma teach him how
With just his wittle finger make brains go BLOUW
With a brain of mass data, know more than the deep web
So he know all, no he said she said
I want each and every weapon on the boy cranked to all hell
Tough as nail, quick enough to chase the tail, slick enough
All bells, whistles, gimmicks, tricks, and the holy grail
Blistering sinister schemes full-proof thick enough
You best him make him cold, I say you couldn't make him cold enough
Bold enough, the boys gonna got to have balls 

Enough!
Quit it now, I get it, leave me lone and fetch your brat
And don't forget your hat

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