Tasha: You are fully functional, aren't you?
Data: Of course, but -
Tasha: HOW fully?
Data: In every way, of course. I am programmed in multiple techniques. A broad variety of pleasuring.
Tasha: Ah, you jewel, that's exactly what I'd hoped!
Coaxke:
Let me tell you about a man from the 24th century,
put a lot of fools in a s***e penitentiary.
He's the futuristic s** android,
too cool for school or bad hemorrhoids.
He's the only one, he's that unique,
and he saved the ship every single week.
With 88 petabytes in his brain,
his freestyles flow like fine champagne.
Motherboard:
The positronic pimp,
built by Noonien Soong.
Call him up, he won't go limp,
or finish too soon.
Coaxke:
One day this fool said he wasn't a man,
so Data went to court and he took the stand.
He said, "f*** you, b****, I'm as sentient as,
all the ensigns that have sucked my glans!"
And when his girl's quarters were like a pig sty,
he clocked the ho straight in the eye.
And when the Borg queen went and sat on his d***,
he played the goth b**** like a two-dollar trick.
Motherboard:
The positronic pimp,
built by Noonien Soong.
Call him up, he won't go limp,
or finish too soon.
Subrandom:
6-foot-1 and 3 tons of fun,
not a f***** but a robotic badass.
24 centimeters, Data's fully functional,
internal chronometer, he's always punctual.
The only pimp with a positronic net,
his big white c*** got all the b****** wet.
Now don't get this android mad at you,
he's quick to grab a Type-Two and blast on fools.
Motherboard:
The positronic pimp,
built by Noonien Soong.
Call him up, he won't go limp,
or finish too soon.
Recycle Bin:
What does the android have to say to his favorite p****?
Data:
Felis Catus is your taxonomic nomenclature,
an endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature.
Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses,
contribute to your hunting skill and natural defenses.
I find myself intrigued by your sub-vocal oscillations,
a singular development of cat communication,
that obviates your basic hedonistic predilections,
for a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.
A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents,
you would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance,
and when not being utilized to aid in locomotion,
it often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
Oh Spot, the levels of behavior you display,
connote a fairly well developed cognitive array,
and though you are not sentient and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true, valued friend.
Motherboard:
The positronic pimp,
built by Noonien Soong.
Call him up, he won't go limp,
or finish too soon.
Positronic pimp,
Yeah.
Coaxke: (fading through previous and next verse)
Go Data, it's your birthday, go Data.
Go Data, got emotions, go Data.
Go Data, it's your birthday, go Data.
Go Data, got emotions, go Data.
Go Data, it's your birthday, go Data.
Go Data, got emotions, go Data.
Go Data, it's your birthday, go Data.
Go Data, got emotions, go Data.
Recycle Bin:
Man, this droid's pimpin' is amazing,
displays a b**** slap, simply hair raisin'.
Stable of hoes three light years deep,
phaser never on stun, so don't try to creep.
Lore f***** around, beaming out emotions,
Data sprayed them b****** with his pimp potions.
Pull out the box, let loose the gimp,
Lore said, "s***! It's the positronic pimp!"
Data: Of course, but -
Tasha: HOW fully?
Data: In every way, of course. I am programmed in multiple techniques. A broad variety of pleasuring.
Tasha: Ah, you jewel, that's exactly what I'd hoped!
Coaxke:
Let me tell you about a man from the 24th century,
put a lot of fools in a s***e penitentiary.
He's the futuristic s** android,
too cool for school or bad hemorrhoids.
He's the only one, he's that unique,
and he saved the ship every single week.
With 88 petabytes in his brain,
his freestyles flow like fine champagne.
Motherboard:
The positronic pimp,
built by Noonien Soong.
Call him up, he won't go limp,
or finish too soon.
Coaxke:
One day this fool said he wasn't a man,
so Data went to court and he took the stand.
He said, "f*** you, b****, I'm as sentient as,
all the ensigns that have sucked my glans!"
And when his girl's quarters were like a pig sty,
he clocked the ho straight in the eye.
And when the Borg queen went and sat on his d***,
he played the goth b**** like a two-dollar trick.
Motherboard:
The positronic pimp,
built by Noonien Soong.
Call him up, he won't go limp,
or finish too soon.
Subrandom:
6-foot-1 and 3 tons of fun,
not a f***** but a robotic badass.
24 centimeters, Data's fully functional,
internal chronometer, he's always punctual.
The only pimp with a positronic net,
his big white c*** got all the b****** wet.
Now don't get this android mad at you,
he's quick to grab a Type-Two and blast on fools.
Motherboard:
The positronic pimp,
built by Noonien Soong.
Call him up, he won't go limp,
or finish too soon.
Recycle Bin:
What does the android have to say to his favorite p****?
Data:
Felis Catus is your taxonomic nomenclature,
an endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature.
Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses,
contribute to your hunting skill and natural defenses.
I find myself intrigued by your sub-vocal oscillations,
a singular development of cat communication,
that obviates your basic hedonistic predilections,
for a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.
A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents,
you would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance,
and when not being utilized to aid in locomotion,
it often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
Oh Spot, the levels of behavior you display,
connote a fairly well developed cognitive array,
and though you are not sentient and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true, valued friend.
Motherboard:
The positronic pimp,
built by Noonien Soong.
Call him up, he won't go limp,
or finish too soon.
Positronic pimp,
Yeah.
Coaxke: (fading through previous and next verse)
Go Data, it's your birthday, go Data.
Go Data, got emotions, go Data.
Go Data, it's your birthday, go Data.
Go Data, got emotions, go Data.
Go Data, it's your birthday, go Data.
Go Data, got emotions, go Data.
Go Data, it's your birthday, go Data.
Go Data, got emotions, go Data.
Recycle Bin:
Man, this droid's pimpin' is amazing,
displays a b**** slap, simply hair raisin'.
Stable of hoes three light years deep,
phaser never on stun, so don't try to creep.
Lore f***** around, beaming out emotions,
Data sprayed them b****** with his pimp potions.
Pull out the box, let loose the gimp,
Lore said, "s***! It's the positronic pimp!"