tetris, duck hunt, excite bike, I remember those long nights
8 bit armageddon
outta my way, I'm up next I gotta save the fucking princess
8 bit, Armageddon
N! E! S!
gritting teeth and my hands hurt, my eyes are strained
Yeeeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeeeeeah.
Pyro techniques.
Burn that shit all down,
Motherfucker.
Pyro techniques.
Burn that shit all down,
Bitch.
Pyro techniques.
Burn that shit all down,
Yay, yay!
We don't need no humans, let the motherfuckers burn!
Hanging curtains up and down the surrounding walls,
'Cause that's exactly what the fuck it is for y'alls.
With a blinding flash, I'll turn the club to ash
With a slight of hand and a burning match, bitch!
Board of Safety hate me,
When they pay me a visit I stand still,
So they may mistake me for a trashcan or a water heater.
I'm like the phantom of the high school prom cafeteria.
Just got a God damn shipment in of TNT.
Go buy me a glass of US lye,
And it's about time for the finale.
Are you ready to die, motherfucker?!
This suit will protect me as your ass burn up.
Off your fucking burning corpse, I'll light a big ass blunt
And yell big ass bluffs.
Blow the smoke in your face,
'Cause humans are a motherfucking God damn disgrace, bitch!
Pyro techniques.
Burn that shit all down,
Motherfucker!
Pyro techniques.
Burn that shit all down,
Bitch!
Pyro techniques.
Burn that shit all down,
Say what!?
We don't need no humans, let the motherfuckers burn!
I'm burning up all bitches that want and try to diss me.
Lighten up the carpet 'til you activate crispy.
When they all dead, I'm huntin' down the Kimota.
Kill his fuckin' ass then I go stoke Simota.
Don't give a shit about anything that breathes.
Torch this fucking club up before we rob your dead ass and leap.
I might fuck a corpse or seven on my way out.
Give the fuckin' Mormons and Midway a fuckin' shout out.
I'm gonna burn this motherfuckin' place down.
Your ass either already dead or face down.
Coughing all the way to the coffin.
The fireworks amazin'.
The death count awesome.
I do this often.
My heart be my job.
'Cause on earth- it's all about Iron Hog.
Fireproof; I speak the truth,
While your underwear smellin' like baby poop.
["Yo man, you see those fools that just walked out?"
"Yeah, man. They're just askin' to be pocket-checked."
"Yeah. Nice night to do it too with these birds that don't even exist in our neighborhood.
You know what I'm sayin'?"
"Yeeeeeeah."
"Let's walk over there and tell 'em what's going on, ya know.
Yo, got any weed, man?"
"Nn-nno, I don't have any weed on me, but uuh.. would you like to share my 32?
"Hey, you look like you got some fuckin' money. Come on, get up, come on."
"Pocket-check, pocket-check, pocket-check."
"Hey, get off of me."]
Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check.
Motherfucker!
Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check.
Bitch!
Back in the day I used to work at Burger King,
But that wouldn't get my ass the raise that I wanted.
So, I started pocket-checkin'
And now my money stacks up to the ceiling.
'Cause I can spot a fucking mark in a minute,
And if his wallet's fat you know I'm up in it.
Got a wall full of wallets hanging on my wall-
They's my trophies, y'all.
Pocket-checkin' you
Is what I'm gonna do.
If you don't like it,
Fuck you!
Any other job would fuckin' bore me,
But now I'll tell you bitches a God damn story.
One day in Glore I was pocket-checkin'
And this kid pulled out his gat.
He shot.
And I shot.
[Aaahh!]
As you can see,
I cold killed his bitch ass!
Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check.
Motherfucker!
Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check.
Bitch!
What a wonderful thing having a gun can be,
'Cause now I can rob every-fuckin'-body.
"Give me some God damn booze,"
That's the line I use,
Then I kick 'em in the ass with these metal ass God damn shoes.
I want at least a dollar seventy-five
From every piece of shit that wanna stay alive,
'Cause I run on double A's and my power's low.
You know..
Pocket-check, ho.
The second you enter my hood:
Wrong place, wrong time,
'Cause you know I gotta get mine.
Work is for suckas and suckas is workin'.
My crew robs their ass and be straight trippin' the fuck out.
Onto the the next victim,
Pocket-check their ass with robotic precision.
I stalk in the night like a hawk and then I swoop down,
Put a gun to their head and then we all shout-
Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check.
Motherfucker!
Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check.
Bitch!
Anti-log can't be stopped like Bavaro from Tecmo.
I whistle Koji Kondo while you listen to techno.
I never played a game that I can't defeat.
Got Nintendo thumb while you got soars from spanking your meat.
You never stood a chance and you know that you're whack son.
I'm the first person to TKO Tyson.
Sign up for lessons, I get paid by the hour.
I should be a consultant for Nintendo Power.
I be throwing words of God, driven heathens away, gawt!
I never lose a bass 'cause my fishing rod stays hot.
Ice climbing, grabbing carrots,
Perfect timing, no demerits.
Bitch I'm a natural,
Actual factual.
I see you at the arcade,
You gettin' played.
Name the game, the time, the place,
I'll throw your ass into a maze, bitch!
You came in boasting, now you're crawling away.
You felt the wrath of the Le-Frost, Deep Blue aka.
I just cashed in a ten, and got a roll of quarters.
Won a high score on this game? Just place your order.
See my initials on the screen, they be S-T-D.
You can beat that game, but you can't beat me.
'Cause I'm an old school fool and you know I'm cool,
Because I skate all day in a backyard pool.
I did a burnt and a handplant and got some air,
And did a big old grab while they sat and stared.
I can beat Shadowgate in 22 minutes
Without ever kicking the bucket once.
I can kick anybody's butt in MKIII
And that goes for all you chumps.
I can drink a whole bottle of whiskey
And straight up conquer Ninja Gaiden II.
I'm the master of 2-D fighting games
And you a Tetris playing fool.
I can kill Rygar in ten to twelve hits,
Because I know how to build my tone.
Don't need no password for Castlevania 2
Because I'm straight falling into the zone.
Get all the items I need, while I'm smoking some weed
Because it's all second nature to me.
Just like driving a car, I hit the dragon with a star
And grab the talisman; follow my lead.
I'm grabbing my nuts.
I'm grabbing my nuts.
I'm grabbing my nuts.
I'm grabbing my nuts.
I have a poodle named Bobby.
He likes to lick the chili.
He doesn't run on batteries,
But I wish he was a chimpanzee.
I'm grabbing my nuts.
I'm grabbing my nuts.
I'm grabbing my nuts.
I'm grabbing my nuts.
Rosemary is my neighbor.
She likes to eat sweet meat.
She had a car that's brown and clean
And is also obsolete.
I'm grabbing my nuts.
I'm grabbing my nuts.
I'm grabbing my nuts.
I'm grabbing my nuts.
I like to play with Legos.
My childhood is a bathos.
Would you please let go of my Eggo?
Or I'll kick you in the head-o.
Highland Park's our home and fifty-four's our street
Scenesters come to visit and they groove our beat
But don't move in, bitch
Or you'll catch my glock
'Cause fuck Silver Lake, fuck Eagle Rock
When whitey moves in
They raise our rent
Get out of HLP
Before there's an accident
Finish your smoke
And slam your booze
And don't forget the fuckin' cops
From the avenues
Let us bust our rhymes
And let us smoke our crack
Go the fuck home
And give your little brother's shirt back
Don't make me beat your ass
Til you're curlin' up fetal
Just because you think
You're the fifth Beetle
You know you work at St. Vincent de Paul
Keep your stupid ass shopping at the mall
Kickin' out teensters
Like they was the clap
Get the fuck out before I gotta bust a cap
H-I-G-H-
L-A-N-D
P-A-R-K
That's where LeFrost be
Puttin' our city
On the fuckin' map
Come through our hood
And your bound to get a bitchslap
Well, rent's goin' up
As the scenesters move in
We're gonna grab you
By your emo rock pin
Gonna through your ass back
To your little fuckin' cave
And blow that shit up
And put you in your place
Go to the bar
To get a fuckin' beer
The shit's four dollar
I think, "What's the fuckin' deal?"
Order orange juice
Say I'm the designated driver
Go to the can
And make a screwdriver
You want a cheap meal
It's at a taco truck
You want a beer at a bar
You're shit out of luck
Get your ass back to Pasadena
Or out to Dena
Or Rowena
Or wherever the fuck your ass from
The sun sets in L.A.
And out they crawl
Coming soon to your neighborhood
Hole in the wall
Either dressed to kill
Or trying to look dirt poor
Some wear between Beck
And Thirst No More
Sippin' on a gin and tonic
Lookin' frail and weak
You want see them drinking beer
That's so last week
On the internet
Drinkin' your coffee
Pickin' your nose
While you're jerkin' off to me
Take that God damn robot suit off motherfucker!
Listen to me bitch!
I'm gonna.. cut your throat!
8-Bit, this is There-E-Mang, I command you to bust some gangster rap, biatch.
Go, right now.
"What's up with the brim of the hat? Ya know what I'm sayin'?
Y'all started crossin' shit. Like, that's just whack."
"Yeeeeeeah."
"Yeeeeeeah."
"You know what I'm talkin' about?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
"No, no seriously, you know what I'm talking 'bout? Like.."
"No."
I took the duster,
And that's no joke.
Everybody 'round me
Seems like my bloke,
'Cause I took the duster.
My friends are cool.
We all hang together
And we all old school.
New school, bullshit.
Just take a hit,
Of the duster-
You can't get enough of it.
It's the shit.
And I ain't talkin' no shit
About the.. shit
That they call... my bitch.
It's not quite your pussy
and it's not yo' belly
If you don't wash that shit
You know it gets smelly
It's flubby, it's chubby
and it don't lie
It rocks on
and you know it's fly
When doin' jumping jacks
It fly in the air
From your belly button
To yo' pubic hair
It's the shit
and you know it don't quit
If you don't like it
You can suck my dick
Move your Fupp
Up and down
I said move your Fupp
All around
I said move your Fupp
Up and down
I said move your Fupp
Up and down
I said move your Fupp
Up and down
I said move your Fupp
All around
I said move your Fupp
Up and down
I said move your Fupp
That's what's up
The F is for fat
and the U is for upper
The P is for pussy
So fuck you motherfucker
If you don't shut up
I'm gonna give up my Fupp
Make you bust a nut
Up in my Fupp
Fee Fie Foe Fupp
Look out hos
'cause here I fupp
Fee Fie Foe Fupp
Look out sluts
'cause here I fupps
Move your Fupp
Up and down
I said move your Fupp
All around
I said move your Fupp
Up and down
I said move your Fupp
Up and down
I said move your Fupp
Up and down
I said move your Fupp
All around
I said move your Fupp
Up and down
I said move your Fupp
That's what's up
I've got less feelings than flies on ceilings,
For anything that has to do with human ass beings.
They don't know how to treat me, yo.
I ain't X5763P0.
You plug me in and I clean the house,
God damn cat hair, all up in my mouth.
You ain't watchin TV, I'm watchin' you.
And you're an ugly ass motherfucker too.
As soon as you open your mouth, I wanna hit it.
Keep your thoughts to yourself 'cause I could give a shit.
These robots are down for drugs, rappin', extortion.
Everytime I see you, I wish your mom had an abortion.
You ain't no robot and you sure ain't no rapper.
I leave shit like you behind in a crapper.
You were drawn to the robot-thug lifestyle,
And you believe the bullshit you saw in 8 Mile.
You ain't no robot, bitch!
You were created from jizz.
You ain't no robot,
You've got to take a whiz.
You ain't no robot,
Your skin ain't chrome.
You ain't no robot,
You call this planet home, bitch!
Motherfuckin' fuckers all over my shit,
'Cause I'm a robot down with 8-Bit.
Goin' ancient on the motherfuckin' mic,
All my God damn fuckin' skills keepin' it tight, bitch.
Fuck, shit, fuck.
My Tourette's be actin' up.
It's just a glitch that some solder will fix.
Motherfucking technical assistance is needed,
While you all sorry ass humans still bleeding.
Humans ain't shit, but shit on my shoe.
But then again, what's new?
And who the fuck asked you?
A one night stand with your kind is so bland.
Gotta listen to 'em talk 'cause they ain't preprogrammed.
I'm free of toe-jam and clean as a whistle,
But don't know how to smile 'cause the earth is a shit hole.
Flooded with toxins, I feel like I'm locked in.
What's the fuckin' point of me talkin'?
You ain't no robot, bitch!
You were created from jizz.
You ain't no robot,
You've got to take a whiz.
You ain't no robot,
Your skin ain't chrome.
You ain't no robot,
You call this planet home, bitch!
Sleepin', drinkin', smokin' and tokin'
Lurkin', overtin', not workin'... Grrr!
Gettin' fired from my job
Seems unavoidable
The robot race
Is unemployable
If I'm not late
You know where I'm at since
I'm the poster boy
For sexual harassment
My only food
From W.I.C.
I got two jobs
And I lost three
The job market's hard
That's easy to say
I can't even spell
401(k)
Sleepin', drinkin', smokin' and tokin'
Lurkin', overtin', not workin'... Grrr!
Never came home from my
Paid vacation to Saturn
Past out halfway through
My interview at the tavern
Now I'm back on the streets
Without a cent to my name
All bum fightin' got me
Was a dent in my brain
Spend my life drinkin' alcohol
And smokin' the dank
Took my job placement test
And it came out blank
Had my baby piss
For my third drug test
When it came back positive
I got depressed
Now I'm lookin' for a job
That I think would be easy
Thinkin' fast food
But I'm too damn lazy
Construction be cool
Holdin' that sign
Where I find myself
The unemployment line
Food stamps, welfare
How I earn my keep
Gettin' drunk all day
And still can eat
Y'all's got jobs
Your life's destroyed
I'll be permanently
Unemployed
Sleepin', drinkin', smokin' and tokin'
Lurkin', overtin', not workin'... Grrr!
Five years and a decade ago today
I got a NES for Christmas.
I started to play Castlevania II;
The first game that I purchased
After the Mario and Duck Hunt cross-cartridge.
It was a hobby of my generation, no doubt.
If you dissed Ganon, you know what I'm about:
Whippin' Dracula like fireballs at Koopa,
Javelins to Lucifer, arrows to Medusa.
Dragon Warriors- my game of choice.
And SNK Baseball would make a girl moist.
I power up my die; thought I was bad.
Then when I fired at them.. man, I felt sad.
Hour after hour I'd explored the land.
Cruisin' in the Turtle Van, yeah man!
Blowin' in the cartridge to get it to work.
Sometimes it'd even help to push it to the side.
Aside from that, it was all so much fun.
Sonic is a bitch, all he can do is run.
Pop in Contra, rip it apart-
Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, start.
I thought it was the bomb makin' a game about Goonies.
Library titles like an an arcade in my room.
We stayed up all late night,
Hopin' that we would fight
Mike Tyson with Flamenco went down with a left-right.
Setting our goal, a two hour tradition,
After practicing Rygar in a mission
I could have another chance to fight Lygar.
If a sequel comes out, then make one for Strydar.
Why are these games being sold dirt-cheap?
'Cause River City Ransom took about eight weeks
To save our allowance; rememberin' how it felt
Waitin' for Mario 3 and like I'm in Auswitch.
Six bombs flash and I'm in one too.
Goombas be tryin' to grab on my shoe.
I don't care if the drums are static.
Negative one, you can tell it's a habit.
Mom tells me to put my clothes in the hamper,
Then I shoot her with my grey zapper.
She's tryin' to get me off to school,
But I tell her that I'm sick so that I can beat two.
I'm jumpin' around,
Flyin' around,
Goin' to town,
Killin' the slime,
Stoppin' time,
Skate Or Die,
Nintendo,
Bitch!
This song's about you sucking our dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Here's a girl at our show
You know I know she's a ho
She wanna get backstage
She want Robo-T's dick, yo
But I says, "No, I practice safe sex
Pull out method is best"
Maybe I'll pull out a fuckin' cum
On her fuckin' breast
But this slime ain't worth my time
And I tell her with a rhyme
If you wanna get with Robo-T
You better lick my balls (bitch)
And when I blow my load
In your fuckin' face
You think your job is done but
You best suck on my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick (bitch)
Look at my big robotic dick
Why don't you suck my dick
My dick's so fuckin' big
I think I'm gonna be sick
I programmed a new dance
It's called Lick My Balls
And to do it all you have to do
Is suck on my balls
Pop my disk in your drive
And download my scrot
You got DSL
It ain't hard to tell
You better lick my balls (bitch)
I got a big fat boner
Just beggin' to be licked
So get on your knees and
You best suck on my dick, bitch
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick (bitch)
See me after the show
And this I'll quote
You'll get my autograph
On the back of your throat
I'm swingin' my cock
Like a Louisville Slugger
When she comes backstage
I've got no choice but to plug her
I'll tap a beat on your head
While you polish my knob
Don't care if you're hottie or
You better lick my balls (bitch)
I don't shake no hands
I put my dick to your lip
I smack it in your face until
You best suck on my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick (bitch)
You wanna sign your autograph
But don't wanna see my band
I know your mind is playin' tricks on you
But I don't give a damn
Out the corner of your eye
The only one you got
See me inching slowly towards
Your little ass strokin' my cock
You can climb up on the bar
And do a little dance
But when the DJ stops the music, bitch
You better lick my balls (bitch)
Lock yourself in the bathroom
I don't blame you a bit
I'll bust in like that Kool-Aid man and
You best suck on my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Turned the TV on and I got pissed.
Robots in the ring, getting cut to death.
A human hobby destroyin' my kind.
I'll flip you over and draw the line.
So I organize a team of battle bots.
Gonna protest with signs in parking lots
Of Circuit City and Best Buy.
Gonna get my bros off the assembly line.
We'll cut off the power, destroy your accounts.
When at an ATM you'll get a zero amount.
The digital planet will not allow
Humans to train robots to fight- and how!?
I was once a snowplow controlled by RC,
But I cut the cord 'cause I wanna think for me..
Unless my master is the chick from Heavenly.
Hostin' Junkyard Wars
So I can even some scores killin' humans.
What I'm programmed to be:
A killin' machine, a catastrophe.
That'll be the last time y'all laugh at me-
A dust pan with a fork, thee audacity.
Robot wars,
Robot wars.
Look at them fight,
Look at them die.
Robot wars,
Robot wars.
Look at their sigh,
Look at them cry.
Robo-revolution in the palm of your hand,
As easy to configure as supply and demand.
Robots hurtin' robots, ain't that cool?
If you hurt your kind, then you're lookin' like a fool.
Modern day humans in retrograde-
Machines takin' over man; that's a man-made.
Killin' other robots not with my plan.
I sponsor human defense in Afghaistan.
Turn it back around and watch the robots laugh,
Watchin' all you die and get cut in half.
I sharpen my blades, and lube my gears.
Get my plan together to instill some fears.
Watchin' robots fight in your leisure time.
Shit ain't changed since the Roman Climb.
The greedy and weak still place their bets.
When the robots rise, you'll have regrets.
Robot wars,
Robot wars.
Look at them fight,
Look at them die.
Robot wars,
Robot wars.
Look at their sigh,
Look at them cry.
In the starship whopper box, I'm gonna crashland.
Wishin' I was home in the space van.
The sky is green and the ground is chrome.
I'd like to take my suit off but it's too fuckin' cold.
So, I go into town to grab a beer-
Didn't know humans we're so weird.
They started talkin' shit and ran me out of Dodge,
Back to the ship in the fuckin' space pod.
I need oxygen or I'm-a be dead.
If I don't get oxygen, I'm gonna be dead.
Cold chillin' on a different terrain.
I don't even know my own name.
Is it Ronny, Bobby, Ricky, or LeFrost?
I don't know because I'm lost.
I'm seein' red. It's gettin to my head.
If I don't get oxygen, I'm gonna be dead.
I need oxygen or I'm-a be dead.
If I don't get oxygen, I'm gonna be dead.
I'm flyin' the motherfuckin' UFO,
Restin' my feet on the cruise control.
Comin' straight towards Earth and it's all too slow
'Cause me and my robot don't wanna go.
Gettin' hard to breathe so I flipped the switch,
But the oxygen's out- ain't that a bitch!
Crashlandin', in the canyon.
Cursin' up a storm, straight sheer ba-bam-bam.
I need oxygen or I'm-a be dead.
If I don't get oxygen, I'm gonna be dead.
I landed on this planet, full of ugly creatures:
Furry ape-men with bumby features.
All these angry humans pollutin' the air,
Destroyin' their home without a care.
Primitive communication, primitive transportation;
Beggin' for telepathy, beggin' for deportation.
I wish I was back. I wish I wasn't stranded.
I wish I never left. I wish I never landed.
I need oxygen or I'm-a be dead.
If I don't get oxygen, I'm gonna be dead.
I need oxygen or I'm-a be dead.
I wish there was no oxygen so I could be dead.
["Yo, this bitch thinks he got what it takes to be an 8-Bit pro."
"Jump his ass now, bitch!"
"Yeah, form a circle around his bitch ass."]
Jumped in the gang.
Jumped in the gang.
Jumped in the gang.
It ain't no thang.
Jumped in the gang.
Jumped in the gang.
Jumped in the gang.
It's still the same.
I'm gonna punch you in your balls
And kick you in the stomach.
An elbow to your ribs
And a knee in your buttock.
When you start bleeding
Then the beating begins.
There-E-Mang on your ass,
And you know you can't win.
No room in this crew
For another fuckin' homie.
Take yo broke ass home,
Don't say you know me.
Just shit yo pants,
And it smells like poo.
Put a bullet in yo head,
Is what I'm gonna do!
Me and my crew kick ass
'Cause we synced in Time-code,
And you don't even get a cigarette or a blinfold.
I kick the shit out of your stupid ass,
Wearing that immitation robot suit,
I think I'll pass.
You're just a human inside,
Gonna wish you never lived to die.
Surprise, you in a God damn hospital
And the pain is impossible,
Havin' spasms (?) psychological, bitch!
Jumped in the gang.
Jumped in the gang.
Jumped in the gang.
It ain't no thang.
Jumped in the gang.
Jumped in the gang.
Jumped in the gang.
It's still the same.
I'm an ass kickin' she-bot kickin' ass.
If you fuck with me, I'll have you kissin' my ass.
Holding suckas for ransom, for rewards that be handsome.
Straight belittling little bitches at random.
I'm high-powered, snipin' from the clock tower.
You motherfuckers drinkin' golden radiation showers.
So jump in, but don't be tryin' to jump the fuck out-
I'll get your God damn motherfuckin' ass rubbed out, bitch!
Don't know what the fuck you done got yourself into.
You never stood a chance against the 8-Bit crew.
We'll only bring it worse when you scream and shout:
Slit your throat like a pig and fuck your eye socket out.
You said you wanted in and there's no goin' back,
Gettin' drawn and cornered by a four-piece attack.
You know we're a gang and you know that we stay tight,
'Cause when you join 8-Bit, you're 8-Bit fo' life, bitch!
Jumped in the gang.
Jumped in the gang.
Jumped in the gang.
It ain't no thang.
Jumped in the gang.
Jumped in the gang.
Jumped in the gang.
It's still the same.
Jumped in the gang.
Jumped in the gang.
Jumped in the gang.
It ain't no thang.
Jumped in the gang.
Jumped in the gang.
Jumped in the gang.
It's still the same.
Shake your body as you move across the dance floor.
I'm hot and bothered while you're shakin' on your groove thang.
Your Jerry-curl juice is making me slip and slide.
I did the hustle and I almost took a dive.
Jerry juice, Jerry juice.
Jerry juice, Jerry juice.
On the dance floor.
Jerry juice, Jerry juice.
Jerry juice, Jerry juice.
On the dance floor.
You take me home and you're looking to make a score.
You left the grease on the handle of my door.
Just wait a minute 'til I get out the plastic sheets
And use the oil of your head to cook something to eat.
Jerry juice, Jerry juice.
Jerry juice, Jerry juice.
In the bedroom.
Jerry juice, Jerry juice.
Jerry juice, Jerry juice.
Woke up this afternoon with morning wood.
Put on my leopard thong 'cause I thought I should.
By the time this night's over, I'll bag a ho or six
And bring 'em back to my pad and give 'em a fat dick.
Doin' the nasty in my leather hot suit,
Hos say I look cute,
But if they knew me, they'd puke.
'Cause I'm a dirty old man
Of the slimeball type.
I feed them all kind of lies
About how I'm Mr. Right, bitch.
So now if I dump this mirror, I'm gettin' all fixed up.
Fresh can of Afro Sheen gettin' my ass lubed up,
And a jar of vaseline in a great big tub,
Puttin' chalk on my teeth and ain't wearin' a rubber.
She thinks I'm the love of her life, what she wants, cause
She'll never remember how long my shlong was.
'Cause roofies be coatin' the inner rim of her wine glass.
I thought I had it made until she turned to kick my ass.
Jerry juice, Jerry juice...
[Oh hell no!
You be coming up to me with yo greasy ass hair all up in my grill!
Shit, who the heck do you think you are?!
Shit, you all fuckin' jockin' my ass and shit!
There ain't no way you gonna get in my pants with your greasy ass do.
I wouldn't even go out with you if you drove a Bentley!
You know what I'm sayin'?
Hell naw!]
Jerry juice, Jerry juice...
Robots don't got no driver's license,
So we gotta get fake IDs.
Robots don't got no driver's license,
So we gotta get fake IDs.
I need a can of beer.
I need it right now.
I need a can of beer so that I can freestyle.
But this grocery store clerk is getting all up in my case,
Telling me that I need an ID to get some booze in this place.
I get out of there, go to 6th and Alvarado.
See a guy standing by, pull over and I spot him.
At sixty, I say twenty.
Give 'em thirty,
Yeah, it's money.
Original stock, DMV can't stop that.
Robots don't got no driver's license,
So we gotta get fake IDs.
Robots don't got no driver's license,
So we gotta get fake IDs.
I tried to get into El Tropico's
So I could see some girlies take their clothes off,
But Crazee threw me out.
I snuck around the back door
And slipped Hector a twenty.
He ordered watered-down drafts
And payed a dollar for a honey.
After I proceeded to get tore the hell up,
I grabbed a mic and began to MC.
The whole place was jumpin' and boppin',
"Who the fuck is Anti-log?"
All up in the place,
So get the hell out of my face.
L-E-F-R-O-S-T,
Model number X5673.
Go into the gas station to get some cigarettes,
Camel White Lights hard-packed, to be exact.
You want a passport, bitch?!
I got a laser gun.
You wanna stop me?
Well, you better run!
Gettin' so jealous of my infinite lifespan.
Step on up, I'll throw your ass in a fryin' pan.
Robots don't got no driver's license,
So we gotta get fake IDs.
Robots don't got no driver's license,
So we gotta get fake IDs.
Gettin' drunk off Tecate,
That a human-bot mixed.
Chillin' in the casino
'Cause they forgot to card me.
Now when they'll get me on my way out,
If they knew I was a robot,
They be like, "Get out and stay out!"
I'm paid out my robotic ass
For calculating the odds of roulette and craps,
And now I'm making the rounds
Slapping bitches on the ass.
If worst comes to worst,
I'll teleport back to my pad and crash.
Robots don't got no driver's license,
So we gotta get fake IDs.
Robots don't got no driver's license,
So we gotta get fake IDs.
Robots don't got no driver's license,
So we gotta get fake IDs.
Robots don't got no driver's license,
So we gotta get fake IDs.
It was six months since I was assembled
When I saw my creator without her case on
Showing her circuits and dials to the male-bots,
Interfacing with strangers, switchin' partners by the micron.
Now I take out my vengeance on humans.
Put a garbage bag up on my head.
Ain't gonna stop killing 'til all humans are dead-
This robot psychopath, and you know I'm seeing red, bitch!
Garbage bag doo-rag,
On my head.
What?
Garbage bag doo-rag,
You be dead.
Bitch!
I don't even go out and buy groceries no mo'
Without a motherfucking garbage bag over my head, ho.
How can I carry on living among carrion,
Decaying from they date of birth 'til the day they gone?
So why not make it today?
I'll blow your motherfuckin' ass away.
Get you neutered and spayed,
With your tail between your ass running the fuck away, bitch!
I'm on the warpath
And I'm way trashed.
60 lines of blow, causing drama.
Feeling like I don't even know and don't wanna.
FBI on my ass, but I got it padlocked.
They out questioning the president of Gladlock, bitch!
Garbage bag doo-rag,
On my head.
What?
Garbage bag doo-rag,
You be dead.
Bitch!
So my program be telling me to kill.
Take out my knife,
Let's watch the blood spill.
Like Pyle, from Full Metal Jacket,
My wires is crossed.
See a human and attack it.
Stuff this bitch ass in my God damn trunk.
Torture him while I shoot up some fuckin' junk.
Just a punk human
And I laugh when the blood spewin'
Off my knife.
Yo, I'm taking yo life, bitch!
Garbage bag doo-rag,
On my head.
What?
Garbage bag doo-rag,
You be dead.
Bitch!
I'm a crazy motherfucker, fucked in the head.
If you don't shut up I'm gonna pump you full of lead.
I got a needle and a thread
To poke through your eyes.
Should I torture you first to watch you die?
Instead I change my mind,
'Cause I'm feeling kinda kind
So I won't shoot your ass in the fuckin' behind.
Like Roxanne Shante I say,
"Go about your way and have a nice day,"
I won't kill you today, bitch!
A nickel and a dime is fifteen cents.
A quarter and nickel be's twelve cent.
A nickel and a dime is fifteen cents.
A quarter and nickel be's twelve cent.
A nickel and a dime is fifteen cents.
Motherfucker!
Bitch!
Well, I got my car back from the shop today
With some fresh rims tinted all the way.
I'm feelin' fresh, I'm feelin fly.
Now all the fine ladies will give me the time.
So I caled up LeFrost and picked her up.
She had a mini skirt on with a big ol' butt.
She was gettin' cold, so I turned up the heater.
The defrost was on.. Aw shit! Aw shit! I got..
Bubble tint,
Bubble tint.
Bubble tint,
Bubble tint.
Bubble tint,
Bubble tint.
Bubble tint.
Girl, I let 'em take me out 'cause I heard about his car.
He picked me up at 8 but we didn't get far.
We rolled on out and he turned on the heat.
The windows started bubblin'; I was laughin' in my seat.
We couldn't even see through the bubble holes.
Got out the car- took the bus home.
He's such a loser, I ain't tryin' to choose a
Bubble tint freak, on top of that, a booza.
Bubble tint,
Bubble tint.
Bubble tint,
Bubble tint.
Bubble tint,
Bubble tint.
Bubble tint.
I can't believe this shit, I'm-a kill my mechanic.
I'm so fuckin' embarassed that I'm going to go spastic.
The truth be told, you get what you pay for.
The motherfuckin' windows look like they're from the dime store.
I'm hoppin' in the Sentra just to find this hack.
It's all about redemption, it's all about the payback.
I polished my glock, I sharpened my machete.
Gonna bust caps, gonna make confetti.
Man, don't blame the mechanic.
You all up in a panic 'cause your girl cold left you,
But you actin' like I planned it.
Granted, I was the one who applied
The bubble tint to the windows of the fly ass ride.
So drive it with pride
And grab a different dame,
One who all up on the tint and ain't quite so lame.
She's such a loser, I ain't tryin' to choose a
Bubble tint freak, on top of that, a user.
Bubble tint,
Bubble tint.
Bubble tint,
Bubble tint.
Bubble tint,
Bubble tint.
Bubble tint.
"Hey.. hey, here comes that bitch with his piece of shit Bug, man."
"Yeah, man. Looks more like a fuckin' gnat."
"What is up, dogs?"
"Aye, nice car, ya bitch!"
"Hey man, my hubcap fell off."
"Ha. Oh, I guess I owe you 10 cent now, huh?"
"Yeah take that shit back to the fuckin' Dollar Store."
"Hey man, fuck you guys."
"Aye, what'd you say?!"
"Fuck you!"
