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Robots, pop songs. Everything drop
Robots, pop songs. Everything stop
Robots, pop songs. Robots, pop songs
Robots, pop songs. Everybody hide!
In the wrong place, ‘bout to get mean mugged, fuck it
Kill 'em with the kindness
Hit 'em with the steam hug
Bet they never expect that
Expect this
Expect the written Musinex in it — uh
Pull the bad shit out you, doubt you
Ever come back with a frown
Break the ice with a smile
Make you chill the fuck out
Make you realize this is our town
Friends and neighbours seem strange
Avoid the new plague
Vanilla and chocolate are the only two flavs
Nothing in the fridge that you even want to save
Leave the doggy bag and sneak out the back way
Don’t stop there, might as well build fortress
Moat outside lined with a couple torches
Couple next door seem so unfortunate
Check their trash, make sure they’re poor
Don’t be outdone when less is less
Livin' in the big city where success is stress
But they have masseuses, and you are reclusive
With nooses but no friend but to kick out the stool
Robots, pop songs. Everything drop
Robots, pop songs. Everything stop
Robots, pop songs. Robots, pop songs
Robots, pop songs. Robot sex!
Pretty chicks listening to obscure music
Hate attention, can’t refuse it
Contradictions, no tradition
Chivalry must be the victim
Never wanna be a Stepford wife
But in the process became the same damn thing
Every girl wanna wear the same damn ring
Bigger than their girlfriends', shame their bling
Meanwhile, on the home front, tame that king
Mufasa into Simba, you lost your wings
You can’t even roar, your crotch looks like Ken’s
And you got no control so you rockin' Depends
Now your pants are shitty, your wife is pretty
But it doesn’t mean shit ‘cuz all she does is pity you
And your homeboys, struggling to steal some freedom
Lookin' all around the house trying find a reason
To leave, and so you clog the toilet with cheez-its
Go to Home Depot and you find Jesus
Rockin' an orange vest but you still believe him
Asking him for a hug but he just says beat it
Jesus
Robots, pop songs. Everything drop
Robots, pop songs. Everything stop
Robots, pop songs. Robots, pop songs
Robots, pop songs. Everybody die!
Yo — if you got a heater in the backseat I know you abuse it
Hate to confuse the truth, but that nature is human
We’re at the point now where a RoboCop ain’t a movie
If you pull a gun on ‘em, better holler «just shoot me!»
Two scoops of crazy, loose screws get paid
To make monsters bigger than the last one we prayed for
A brobot so scary you would even crusade for
Even though you’re the only one you’re really afraid for
Oil from its tin; better drink it, it’s a sin — if you don’t, you get scold
'Cuz you didn’t obey Lord
Fuck that, I ain’t singing your hymns
You can try to enslave me when I run outta spit
But I won’t, 'cuz I got a water pistol so big
Even Jesus gets jealous when I pull that trig
Can’t cover up my balls with that small ass fig
'Cuz that’s the same location as my fuckin' truth berry
While they do their best to keep the fuckin' truth buried
I’ma do my best to shovel shit on any motherfucker
Runnin' up on e-dubble, tryna blow my low cover
I expose the jokes and the ugly true colours as
Robots, pop songs. Everything drop
Robots, pop songs. Everything stop
Robots, pop songs. Robots, pop songs
Robots, pop songs
