Don't Make Us Kick Your Ass

Recycle Bin: y'all can't fuck with the Spit Yo-Yo Mafia,
Subrandom: with FSR, we're double teamin ya,
Coaxke: your shit will be owned when the game concludes,
BonzoDog: like you spent every round lookin at Bea Arthur nudes

Coaxke: I stuck you, motherfucker, oh, stick stick, god damn!
Recycle Bin: God damn!

Recycle Bin:
clockin headshots like they're goin out of style,
leave you and your homies in a big ass pile,
dual M6Cs cause I roll like John Woo,
sprayin hot lead, have you screamin "What? Who?"
Coaxke's got that Plasma/BR55 hit,
kill ya hella fast, so we call him "green shit,"
B'Dog's round the corner, M90 ready cocked,
not close enough? Grenades steady stocked, (BonzoDog: Haha, I stuck you!)
SR's bustin domes on that crazy sniper scene,
Yo, Coaxke, what's Killtacular mean?
Coaxke: Like that thing you do with underage teens!
Recycle Bin: Four in a row, four seconds between

Coaxke:
elite at this shit since Marathon,
ten fuckin years, killin ya where you spawn,
look at you, flyin in your fly banshee,
rocket locked on, you're next in my spree,
work some green shit, take you out in one shot,
you'll die screamin "They're everywhere!" while I drop it like it's hot,
all them snot-nosed brats, you best beware,
Halo ain't for those without pubic hairs

BonzoDog:
rollin through your base with the biggest gun I got,
not so I can shoot you, I won't even use one shot,
won't find a secret entrance, I'll come through the parking lot,
and jam the handle way up into your expansion slot,
won't fuckin know what hit you when I come out to play,
Assassin's what they call me, but the middle name's Melee,
the Mafia is comin and we're here to fuckin stay,
flamin ninjas all around you and your homies, we will slay,
y'all got killers in the streets, we got killers in the trees,
and before you know what hit you, you'll be fallin to your knees,
and when you're kneelin down there, you may as well suck deez,
to buy you time before we turn your body to swiss cheese

Subrandom:
FSR, back up in your ass,
step off the flag, or you'll catch a rocket blast,
mag in hand, I'll be blastin your man,
push his wig back, while I'm makin a dick scan,
watch your back, cause I creep up from behind,
sword in hand and - you're mine,
leave your bitch screamin for my non-dairy creamer,
psych, I'm just gonna drop a Brute steamer,
I ain't got time to bleed,
Frag Dollz, they be catchin my seed,
dots on your dome, rock Predator style,
pussy big as a house, my dick's long as a mile

Recycle Bin:
like an ill ninja with atomic bombs,
up in your base all day long,
the homies cleared it out so, "Bomb Armed!" round over,
screamin "It's just luck!" but we ain't got that clover,
jacked your flag like code for Half Life 2,
from all directions so you don't know what to do,
rollin in a new M12G1, (Coaxke: Sittin on some dubs!)
if you grab it through the floor, your ass better run,
S-double-Y-M, chillin with your mom,
rocket up your ass, like a session with your domme,
say you could own, if the pistol had a scope?
that shit got balanced, so you best learned to cope,
we got our skills from Marathon, son, (Recycle Bin: Yeah, motherfucker!)
bitch all you want, the game's already won (Coaxke: Oh! Oh, damn!)