WHEELIE: My speech pattern is rhymes, it doesnt cause much complication /

I can actually sit down an have a decent conversation.

I was a rapper on Cybertron ; had a track on ev'ry channel /

with a contract, and all of the energon I could handle. (chea!)

--and I was doin just FINE until the SCANDAL /

and had to go before the Quintesson Municipal panel. (sorry.)

--LATER B#CH%E$!! time to flee, hiding in trees (haha!)

hot pink N thinkin, "CRYMINNIE! Tha F- do they keep FINDIN' me?!" (GET 'IM!)

--and all because of some beef between Prime N me:

I'm the star here,

I should be the one to ride for free! (MOVE!)

Quintessa rendezvous was a hoax all along /

the ARK was GONE /

so I survived  rap battlin' Sharkticons / (yo, he ripped U!)

hooked up with the Dinobots like a friend from the past, /

so I can find Prime and get REVENGE on his @$$.

It's been YEARS on my own; am I scared? pssh. I think NOT /

NOBODY wants it with me, b!#ch, I'm armed witha SLINGSHOT! (back off!)

Dwellin' on how yer hot for a minnit N thennit's gone / (damn)

sippin on that energon that TRYPTICON be trippin on / (gurgle)

--so buzzed that I start to see MINI-CONS

so I'm all, "BAH-WEEP-GRAH-NAH-WEEP-NINNY-BONG!"

-And Then there's Arcee. Man, I wanna f- with HER. / (hey baby)

I let her just keep thinkin I'm gay - and I got stuck with BLURR!

and my life, from that point on, has gotten sucky-ER. /

I start to believe it; she's with SPRINGER? Dam. Lucky HER.