Futuristic Sex Robotz Don't Make Us Kick Your Ass Lyrics

Recycle Bin: Y'all can't f___ with the Spit Yo-Yo Mafia,
Subrandom: With FSR, we're double-teamin' ya,
Coaxke: Your s___ 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___ with the Spit Yo-Yo Mafia,
Subrandom: With FSR, we're double-teamin' ya,
Coaxke: Your s___ will be owned when the game concludes,
BonzoDog: Like you spent every round lookin' at Bea Arthur nudes.

Coaxke: I stuck you, m_________er, oh, stick stick, god d___!
Recycle Bin: God d___!

Recycle Bin:
Clockin' headshots like they're goin' out of style,
Leave you and your homies in a big a__ pile,
Dual M6Cs cause I roll like John Woo,
Sprayin' hot lead, have you screamin' "What? Who?"
Coaxke's got that Plasma/BR55 hit,
Kill ya hella fast, so we call him "green s___,"
B'Dog's round the corner, M90 ready c___ed,
Not close enough? Grenades steady stocked, (BonzoDog: Haha, I stuck you!)
SR's bustin' domes on that crazy sniper scene,
Yo, Coaxke, what's Killtacular 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 s___ at me!

Coaxke:
Elite at this s___ since Marathon,
Ten f___in' years, killin' ya where you spawn,
Look at you, flyin' in your fly banshee,
Rocket locked on, you're next in my spree,
Work some green s___, 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 kill 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___in' know what hit you when I come out to play,
a__assin's what they call me, but the middle name's Melee,
The Mafia is comin' and we're here to f___in' stay,
Flamin' ninjas all around you and your homies, we will slay,
Y'all got killers in the streets, we got killers 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___, what's that smell?

Subrandom:
FSR, back up in your a__,
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___ scan,
Watch your back, 'cuz I creep up from behind,
Sword in hand and - you're mine,
Leave your b____ 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____ big as a house, my d___'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 a__ better run,
S-double-Y-M, chillin' with your mom,
Rocket up your a__, like a session with your domme,
Say you could own, if the pistol had a scope?
That s___ got balanced, so you best learned to cope,
We got our skills from Marathon, son, (Recycle Bin: Yeah, m_________er!)
b____ all you want, the game's already won (Coaxke: Oh! Oh, d___!)

Announcer: Game over.