Robots, Pop Songs - E-dubble

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