Robots, Pop Songs

[Intro] Robots, robots – [Hook 1] Robots, pop songs. Everything drop Robots, pop songs. Everything stop Robots, pop songs. Robots, pop songs Robots, pop songs. Everybody hide! [Verse 1] 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 [Hook 2] Robots, pop songs. Everything drop Robots, pop songs. Everything stop Robots, pop songs. Robots, pop songs Robots, pop songs. Robot sex! [Verse 2] 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 [Hook 3] Robots, pop songs. Everything drop Robots, pop songs. Everything stop Robots, pop songs. Robots, pop songs Robots, pop songs. Everybody die! [Verse 3] 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 [Hook 4] Robots, pop songs. Everything drop Robots, pop songs. Everything stop Robots, pop songs. Robots, pop songs Robots, pop songs