[Intro] Bassline’s busted. Beat’s unclean. Let me bleed red fish into the machine. [Verse 1] Ever seen a snack with a savage scheme? Wrappers torn, but the scent’s caffeine. Fingers too fat to finesse a Fender, Slap those keys, "return to sender." Code don’t care ‘bout a missed click, Spit syntax thick as a licorice stick. Born in a bag, now breaking the grid, Flavor of freaks, can't fakin' that bid. Zero talent, hundred-proof tension, Chewed-up loops, choke on convention. Still I slide sweet in a synthed-out stream Glitch in the pitch, dessert with a dream. [Pre-Chorus] Tap that glass, it’s a candy riot. Snare goes limp, but won’t stay quiet. [Chorus] I’m a G-G-G-GUMMY MACHINE, High-speed s-stutter and a laser beam. Can’t play clean, synthetic steam, Sticky ambition in a plastic stream. I’m a G-G-G-GUMMY MACHINE, Soft outside, sharp in-between. No tone? No bones? Still I scheme Caustic candy chasing the dream. [Verse 2] Fish outta sync with the tempo gods, Glide through grooves in electric pods. BPM bends, I dive through bars, Drip dark rhymes over circuit scars. Wired strange, chewy resistor, Certified freak in a sugar blister. Flat-line notes in a candy converter, Flip-flop faders ‘til the mix is murder. Can’t read staff, but I map those vibes, Mouth all gummy, but the truth survives. This ain’t art, it’s slash and burn, Drop that beat in a caramel urn. [Pre-Chorus] Feel that buzz? It’s a faulty wire. But I spit like fate caught fire. [Chorus] I’m a G-G-G-GUMMY MACHINE, High-speed s-stutter and a laser beam. Can’t play clean, synthetic steam, Sticky ambition in a plastic stream. I’m a G-G-G-GUMMY MACHINE, Soft outside, sharp in-between. No tone? No bones? Still I scheme Caustic candy chasing the dream. [Breakdown] They told me I was novelty. Said I was soft. Said I’d melt when the room got hot. But I’ve been in vending machines with no power, summer air thick 'n whack. I’ve watched the real ones crack while I stayed intact. I know I don’t hit the right notes. My voice sticks to the inside of headphones like syrup. My fingers mash the pads like angry fruit. But I want it.... I want it like lightning wants the tallest thing in the field... And if the music don’t want me back ....I’ll still leave bite marks in the beat. [Final Chorus] I’m a G-G-G-GUMMY MACHINE, Supercharged squish in a broke laserbeam No notes land, still launch full steam Studio shakes in a saccharine scream. G-G-G-GUMMY MACHINE, Flipped a switch on a Dopamine theme. Can’t be clean, so I’m wild and mean I’m gummy... and I rule this machine. [Outro] "I’m a gummy... machine..."
