Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Robots, Pop Songs, artist - E-dubble. Album song hip-hop is good, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Record label: Evan Wallace
Song language: English
Robots, Pop Songs |
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 |