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lirik lagu zone runners - crazy mofo: act 2

[skit]
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 sh~t!
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 sh~t!!
halc: oh d~mn it! this is not good!
digi: he’s going to go f~ck some sh~t 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. sh~t!
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 f~cking club
halc: he’s probably smashing that place up and they’re gonna be billing it back to us
digi: sh~t sh~t sh~t! 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 f~cking robo before he tears up the whole zone, man
halc: aight, man. let’s do it
both: oh sir j, you crazy mother f~cking robot you, you god d~mn motherf~cker!!
[verse 1: sir j]
h~llo 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 “d~mn!
is that a one~man band?” naw, individually floating like sp~ce 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 d~ck pics to make the chick’s swoon
never learned to swim, so i’m drowning in p~ssy
but don’t expect smalltalk to make me spare a ruby
can’t code for sh~t 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 b~tch~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 f~ck off of my mattress
get mad or sad ‘cause you think i’m spaztic
i’m out of f~cks 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, sh~t
don’t you see the line, kid? ayy, that’s a wrap, b~tch
[chorus: sir j]
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 m~f~
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 m~f~

[verse 2: sir j]
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 sp~ce 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 c~cks shock rock you til’ every fishy code smell is exposed
slash all you average joe sapien h0m~s 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 scr~ps
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 m~f~
[chorus: sir j]
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 m~f~
everybody in the place tonight (get down) when you see this robo
we didn’t… bring… to fight, now everybody… m~f~

[bridge: sir j & (halc & digi valentine)]
(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 b~tches 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!)
d~ck so big transformin’ into megatron
open wide, tongue out, say aaahhhhhh

[chorus: sir j]
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 m~f~
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 m~f~

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