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 sh** 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 sh** will be owned when the game concludes BonzoDog: Like you spent every round lookin' at Bea Arthur nudes Coaxke: I stuck you, motherf**er, oh, stick stick, god damn! Recycle Bin: God damn! 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 k** ya hella fast, so we call him "green sh**" B'Dog's round the corner, M90 ready co*ked 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**tacular 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** at me! Coaxke: Elite at this sh** since Marathon Ten f**in' years, k**in' ya where you spawn Look at you, flyin' in your fly banshee Rocket locked on, you're next in my spree Work some green sh**, 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 Recycle Bin: Y'all can't f** with the Spit Yo-Yo Mafia Subrandom: With FSR, we're double-teamin' ya Coaxke: Your sh** 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 sh** will be owned when the game concludes BonzoDog: Like you spent every round lookin' at Bea Arthur nudes Avery J. Johnson: Don't make me take off my belt! Miranda Keyes: Are you trying to k** me? Avery J. Johnson: Oh, I know what the ladies 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 Assa**in'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 k**ers in the streets, we got k**ers 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 s** deez To buy you time before we turn your body to swiss cheese Whew! Damn, 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 dick scan Watch your back, 'cuz I creep up from behind Sword in hand and - you're mine Leave your b**h 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**y big as a house, my dick's long as a mile Recycle Bin: Y'all can't f** with the Spit Yo-Yo Mafia Subrandom: With FSR, we're double-teamin' ya Coaxke: Your sh** 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 sh** will be owned when the game concludes BonzoDog: Like you spent every round lookin' at Bea Arthur nudes 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, ( Announcer: "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 sh** got balanced, so you best learned to cope We got our sk**s from Marathon, son, ( Recycle Bin: Yeah, motherf**er!) b**h all you want, the game's already won ( Coaxke: Oh! Oh, damn!) Announcer: Game over.