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futuristic sex robotz – don’t make us kick your ass كلمات اغاني

recycle bin: y’all can’t f-ck with the spit yo-yo mafia
subrandom: with fsr, we’re double-teamin’ ya
coaxke: your sh-t will be owned when the game concludes
bonzodog: like you spent every round lookin’ at bea arthur nudes
recycle bin: y’all can’t f-ck with the spit yo-yo mafia
subrandom: with fsr, we’re double-teamin’ ya
coaxke: your sh-t will be owned when the game concludes
bonzodog: like you spent every round lookin’ at bea arthur nudes

coaxke: i stuck you, motherf-cker, oh, stick stick, god d-mn!
recycle bin: god d-mn!

recycle bin:
clockin’ headshots like they’re goin’ out of style
leave you and your homies in a big -ss pile
dual m6cs cause i roll like john woo
sprayin’ hot lead, have you screamin’ “what? who?”
coaxke’s got that plasma/br55 hit
k!ll ya h-lla fast, so we call him “green sh-t,”
b’dog’s round the corner, m90 ready c-cked
not close enough? grenades steady stocked, (bonzodog: haha, i stuck you!)
sr’s bustin’ domes on that crazy sniper scene
yo, coaxke, what’s k!lltacular mean?

coaxke: like that thing you do with underage teens!
recycle bin: four in a row, four seconds between

will smith: you did not shoot that green sh-t at me!

coaxke:
elite at this sh-t since marathon
ten f-ckin’ years, k!llin’ ya where you sp-wn
look at you, flyin’ in your fly banshee
rocket locked on, you’re next in my spree
work some green sh-t, take you out in one shot
you’ll die screamin’ “they’re everywhere!” while i drop it like it’s hot
all them snot-nosed brats, you best beware
halo ain’t for those without pubic hairs

male officer: don’t make me take off my belt
female officer: are you trying to k!ll me?
male officer: oh, i know what that is like
cortana: and people say i’ve got a big head

bonzodog:
rollin’ through your base with the biggest gun i got
not so i can shoot you, i won’t even use one shot
won’t find a secret entrance, i’ll come through the parking lot
and jam the handle way up into your expansion slot
won’t f-ckin’ know what hit you when i come out to play
-ss-ssin’s what they call me, but the middle name’s melee
the mafia is comin’ and we’re here to f-ckin’ stay
flamin’ ninjas all around you and your homies, we will slay
y’all got k!llers in the streets, we got k!llers in the trees
and before you know what hit you, you’ll be fallin’ to your knees
and when you’re kneelin’ down there, you may as well suck deez
to buy you time before we turn your body to swiss cheese

whew! yo, d-mn, what’s that smell?

subrandom:
fsr, back up in your -ss
step off the flag, or you’ll catch a rocket blast
mag in hand, i’ll be blastin’ your man
push his wig back, while i’m makin’ a d-ck scan
watch your back, ‘cuz i creep up from behind
sword in hand and – you’re mine
leave your b-tch screamin for my non-dairy creamer
psyche, i’m just gonna drop a brute steamer
i ain’t got time to bleed
frag dollz, they be catchin’ my seed
dots on your dome, rock predator style
p-ssy big as a house, my d-ck’s long as a mile

un-freakin’-believable

recycle bin:
like an ill ninja with atomic bombs
up in your base all day long
the homies cleared it out so, “bomb armed!” round over
screamin’ “it’s just luck!” but we ain’t got that clover
jacked your flag like code for half life 2
from all directions so you don’t know what to do
rollin’ in a new m12g1, (coaxke: sittin’ on some dubs!)
if you grab it through the floor, your -ss better run
s-double-y-m, chillin’ with your mom
rocket up your -ss, like a session with your domme
say you could own, if the pistol had a scope?
that sh-t got balanced, so you best learned to cope
we got our sk!lls from marathon, son, (recycle bin: yeah, motherf-cker!)
b-tch all you want, the game’s already won (coaxke: oh! oh, d-mn!)

announcer: game over

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