メカちゃん - Dessy's Part (Patreon)

メカちゃん is "Mecha-chan"Anyway, yeah, so I was looking at Mecha-chan x Me drawing Nik made and I remembered that I put Dessy in the shot, so I realized that I need to deliver on a Dessy appearance.It was going to be just a verse or something, but then I listened to Matt Citron's Wanna Go, and blatantly ripped him off. But whatever, it's a really good song and I need a rap for Dessy

メカちゃん

[Hook]Hmm, yeah *click* *click*Hmm, yeah *whirr*Polished chrome beamin’, I see plasma-pink gleaminWe gon’ keep her runnin’ pristine, *click* think you know what I mean[Chorus]I just wanna glow I don’t wanna talk too much ’bout the codeDon’t care what they feed in your nodeStay locked in, watch my baby foldWoah, check my mech, watch her showI don’t wanna talk too much ’bout it, noRun stealth mode I can make time stop, watch me go[Verse]Metallic maiden posted, torque twistin’ in her thighsSensors sippin’ liquid light, reflection in her eyesDust the barrels, calibrate and coaxDo whatever needed, keep her coolant nice, let's goDon't let the piping clog; I keep my fighter’s glowSpark that warbling whisper, back to back with her, lowBut she’s hushin’ me with static, say she’s more than what she ware I autotune each microvolt to prime her for the glare She breathes a lonely code, I decode it slow Go on, lil’ mech, let the real steel showEvery rivet like a bolt, I hug her cuz she knowHeart in her chest say she long for fake-love, noNow frames are all aligned, and the plating glow be brightNo meltdown in the future, her desire burning white[Chorus]I just wanna glow I don’t wanna talk too much ’bout the codeDon’t care what they feed in your nodeStay locked in, watch my baby foldWoah, check my mech, watch her showI don’t wanna talk too much ’bout it, noRun stealth mode I can make time stop, watch me go[Outro]I hear her humming in the quiet, spitting lines that break the normShe’s more than just the metal—there’s a soul behind the formDay by day, I guard her heart, 'cause the way we love is artMecha-chan, I’m with you—till the bullets rip us ‘part