Crazy Mofo: Act 2

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-Intro- DiGi: Yo doc! halc: Yeah? DiGi: Yo, pass me one of those Aquatic Ruin Beers from the fridge, man! halc: Here ya go! DiGi: Cheers, bredda! DiGi: Yo, I've been thinking. halc: What's up? DiGi: We should totally hit up that club we went to. halc: Oh yeah? Which one? DiGi: You know the one we took the Robo to? halc: Oh yeah, yeah. I remember. DiGi: Yeah, that one, man. We should go back without the Robo this time! Haha! halc: Haha haha! DiGi: Yo, speaking of which, where is he? halc: That's a good question, actually. DiGi: Yo, he's left a mess over here, man. Holy shit! halc: Oh WOAH! DiGi: What's this puddle on the floor? Is that motor oil? halc: No no, it... it smells like Rum. DiGi: It's RUM?! Both: Oh SHIT!! halc: Oh damn it! This is not good! DiGi: He's going to go fuck some shit up now. Why did you leave the Rum lying out, man? halc: Man, don't blame me. I forgot to put it away. DiGi: You know what he's like. halc: Yeah, I know what he’s like. Shit! DiGi: I bet he's gone back to that club without us! halc: God, he probably has. DiGi: I bet you he's back in that fucking club. halc: He's probably smashing that place up and they're gonna be billing it back to us. DiGi: Shit shit shit! No, serious. This is serious. halc: I know. Aight, aight. I'ma call some homies in the other Zones. See if we can locate him. DiGi: You head that way, I head this way. We gotta find this fucking Robo before he tears up the whole Zone, man. halc: Aight, man. Let's do it. Both: Oh Sir J, you crazy mother fucking robot you, you god damn mother fucker!! -Verse 1- Hello again, enemies and old friends The Green and Orange understand that my brain is made of circuitry So it’s hard to go slow with all this RAM Executing Commands before you even can exclaim “damn! Is that a one-man band?” Naw, individually floating like Space Jam But collectively ZRN bringin the grand slam Whether I’m dunking in the PC coolant or politically correctin’ errors and mistakes of humans There’s no doom or gloom when I’m in the room Buy nary a digit or dick pics to make the chick’s swoon Never learned to swim, so I’m drowning in pussy But don’t expect SmallTalk to make me spare a Ruby Can’t code for shit yet I’m still Macroing groupies, laying my Pipelines in their mouths to teach em’ bout humility, Shawty screaming “UNITY! Why you no longer doin’ me like that?” Well the fact is your GUI is askin’ for an accidentally pre-meditated ass-whoopin bitch-slappin But once you grasp this you will not react in a time to devise an ass-kiss That’ll ever work again to inspire me to backflip back into your Log cabin Your ratchet-ass lies are static, and what happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas Algorithms Get the fuck off of my mattress Get mad or sad ‘cause you think I’m spaztic I’m out of fucks to give so I’m movin passed this Don’t expect a monthly check to rekindle our whackass past like match sticks Cause to me you’re just a one-night stand, Not even worth a morning after cup of the Javascript I’ve got more people ready for my lap, shit Don’t you see the line, kid? Ayy, that’s a wrap, bitch -Chorus- Everybody in the place tonight (get down) when you see this Robo We didn’t bring him here to fight, now everybody copy this Crazy Mofo Everybody in the place tonight (get down) when you see this Robo We didn’t bring him here to fight, now everybody copy this Crazy Mofo -Verse 2- My modus operandi is beast, unleash this genie like yeast Infectin every FireWall that tries to condom me Who you think be runnin the streets of the dirty south, drive-by collard green beats But don’t be tryin to copy, you’re better off ridin kamikaze Tryin to calm me by cauterizing my constant dreams But regardless of economy I’m Compiling Bitcoins 24/7 all week Black market Grey-Hat wizardry, White Space Hyper-Threaded yawning and I advise you to stop mocking me with these closed doors Or object-oriented backlogging Why should you be cautious of me? (Well) simply speaking... (I’m sorry) (erghsuilrHooHooHooHooHooo) (Here’s Jonnnny) Because I’m Finna shove my Trojan down your throat and double team this ho like Amy Rose Then I strike a pose and blow my Downloads all over your Mobo like yolo And if your Registry is offended by my libido Just tell her “let it go,” ain’t no use tryin to Adblock this robo All my tentacle cocks shock rock you til’ every fishy Code Smell is exposed Slash all you average joe sapien homos in half Then stash yo asses in separate packs of boxed ice Archive the entire batch so deep that when Extracted The cops scratch their heads sayin “we can’t find the path specified” Chill in the lab askin The Doc for spare bodybags Borrow cash from Val, call a one-way cab Then I take out the trash, scan the junkyard for scraps Activate my jetpack, blast away through the atmosphere I’m in the Cloud peerin through my HUD, lock on all targets Format like HDD’s, Chang(e) Cho into Margaret I’m a WMD who’s been disregarded But when I’m done wiping my ass with these BSOD’s and redrawing the maps (uncharted) Screen-cap the Benchmarks, try to reinstall it (HA!) But guess who’s gonna be laughin the hardest (Ha Ha!) Yeah, that’s why I’m singing... Everybody on the interwebz they know me as the lovely Crazy Robo The Doctor and The Bunny better hold me down lest I unleash my inner raging Mofo (Chorus) (Go J, it’s time to go Loco! Go ROBO!) (Go, go, go! Go, go, go!) (Go J, it’s time to go Loco! Go ROBO!) I’m finna do these bitches like Dance Moms And I ain’t talkin about the milfs, I’m talkin bout the little kids, HA HA! Go J, it’s time to go Loco! Go ROBO!) (Go, go, go! Go, go, go!) (Go J, it’s time to go Loco! Go ROBO!) Dick so big transformin into Megatron Open wide, tongue out, say AAAHHHHHH (Chorus)