| Song | Aliens Fighting Robots |
| Artist | Sir Michael Rocks |
| Album | Macadelic |
| Y’all is dead weight, less great, always gettin’ second place | |
| I tend to race ahead of pace, dippin’ while | |
| I’m dressed in | |
| BapeThen they chase, catch me if you can, | |
| I ain’t Di | |
| CaprioThis lucid dream will have you go like half a dose of | |
| AdderallCapicola sandwich’s are tasty from | |
| Primanti’s | |
| I’m a 5’7 giant, | |
| Brandon Jacobs, | |
| Eli Manning | |
| Girls want makeup, get demanding, but they fake like orange tanning | |
| So my girl and | |
| I be up like we some college students cramming | |
| For a test that we ain’t study for, wonder will she love me more | |
| With money, cause if not, | |
| I’m not sure what all this money for | |
| Feelin’ like a hundred wars are goin’ on currently | |
| Soldiers sent to death on some jets for the currency | |
| Poison, take this mercury, | |
| I’ll teach you for a learner’s fee | |
| How to turn your girlfriend to a circus freak | |
| Cool by the word of | |
| Keith, fabric by the hand of | |
| ZeusActin’ like you fuckin’ with me, that’s some shit | |
| I can’t excuse | |
| Focus is on manual, control the panoramic view, universe | |
| You got a chance, don’t blow it like how a tuba works | |
| I plan to do, somethin’ that ain’t tangible | |
| Now I’m bout to hand it to | |
| The homie | |
| Michael Rock, hear what he sayin’ to you[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks] | |
| Take a trip, took a molly out a bank a populari | |
| And the word around the city is he sittin in a | |
| FerrariI told my self | |
| I wouldn’t get it, | |
| I’m sorryThat’s my bad, | |
| I party till my cardies get foggy | |
| Can’t keep her hands off of me, got her locked, and lost the key | |
| We smoke, make it hard to see, we go harder then | |
| Carter one | |
| Excuse me baby pardon me, can you fuck me like the honeymoon? | |
| Not saying its coming soon, but | |
| I want the real show | |
| Give me the treatment that you getting all them heels for | |
| The shit they payin all the bills for | |
| Man I missed it, that cake taste delicious | |
| They can’t wait for vacations, paid for by pictures | |
| I’m feeling good, | |
| I’m pulling bills | |
| I’m real as hell | |
| I don’t front | |
| I roll blunts and papers | |
| Don’t fuck with fakers | |
| Your girl is asking me if | |
| I’mma take her | |
| I’m straight though | |
| You see I’m booked up til | |
| AprilThat’s mine, thats me, | |
| I take those | |
| You try to see some peso’s than shake though | |
| You get exactly what you paid for, stop acting like you can’t go | |
| Swagging til the ankles | |
| I feel you baby | |
| Hopefully | |
| I look familiar, lately | |
| Falling down the same rabbit hole looking for love | |
| But you’ll never ever get it because | |
| It seem like it’ll only happen when | |
| I’m holding the drugs | |
| You can never ever see it because[Mac Miller] | |
| Life a cliche, it ain't a bad one | |
| First the plane land and then the bags come | |
| We walking on this planet seeking action | |
| Breaking girls hearts, sorry | |
| Miss Jackson | |
| Falling down the same rabbit hole looking for love | |
| But you’ll never ever get it because | |
| Seem like it’ll only happen when | |
| I’m holding the drugs | |
| You can never ever see it | |
| And it won’t stop til the aliens fight the robots | |
| And all the ladies take their clothes off | |
| I’m here with | |
| Mikey and we gonna | |
| RockThis some shit you won’t top | |
| I said it won’t stop til the aliens fight the robots | |
| And all the ladies take their clothes off | |
| I’m here with | |
| Mikey and we gonna | |
| RockThis some shit you won’t top | |
| I’m so high what you think about that babe | |
| On some other shit, tell ‘em baby act crazy | |
| Fifteen thousand, blow it on clothes | |
| Six in the morning still sitting here throwed | |
| I’m buggin’ out, buggin’ out, | |
| I wonder if they know | |
| Pull up to the house, and | |
| I wonder if she know |
| Y' all is dead weight, less great, always gettin' second place | |
| I tend to race ahead of pace, dippin' while | |
| I' m dressed in | |
| BapeThen they chase, catch me if you can, | |
| I ain' t Di | |
| CaprioThis lucid dream will have you go like half a dose of | |
| AdderallCapicola sandwich' s are tasty from | |
| Primanti' s | |
| I' m a 5' 7 giant, | |
| Brandon Jacobs, | |
| Eli Manning | |
| Girls want makeup, get demanding, but they fake like orange tanning | |
| So my girl and | |
| I be up like we some college students cramming | |
| For a test that we ain' t study for, wonder will she love me more | |
| With money, cause if not, | |
| I' m not sure what all this money for | |
| Feelin' like a hundred wars are goin' on currently | |
| Soldiers sent to death on some jets for the currency | |
| Poison, take this mercury, | |
| I' ll teach you for a learner' s fee | |
| How to turn your girlfriend to a circus freak | |
| Cool by the word of | |
| Keith, fabric by the hand of | |
| ZeusActin' like you fuckin' with me, that' s some shit | |
| I can' t excuse | |
| Focus is on manual, control the panoramic view, universe | |
| You got a chance, don' t blow it like how a tuba works | |
| I plan to do, somethin' that ain' t tangible | |
| Now I' m bout to hand it to | |
| The homie | |
| Michael Rock, hear what he sayin' to you Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks | |
| Take a trip, took a molly out a bank a populari | |
| And the word around the city is he sittin in a | |
| FerrariI told my self | |
| I wouldn' t get it, | |
| I' m sorryThat' s my bad, | |
| I party till my cardies get foggy | |
| Can' t keep her hands off of me, got her locked, and lost the key | |
| We smoke, make it hard to see, we go harder then | |
| Carter one | |
| Excuse me baby pardon me, can you fuck me like the honeymoon? | |
| Not saying its coming soon, but | |
| I want the real show | |
| Give me the treatment that you getting all them heels for | |
| The shit they payin all the bills for | |
| Man I missed it, that cake taste delicious | |
| They can' t wait for vacations, paid for by pictures | |
| I' m feeling good, | |
| I' m pulling bills | |
| I' m real as hell | |
| I don' t front | |
| I roll blunts and papers | |
| Don' t fuck with fakers | |
| Your girl is asking me if | |
| I' mma take her | |
| I' m straight though | |
| You see I' m booked up til | |
| AprilThat' s mine, thats me, | |
| I take those | |
| You try to see some peso' s than shake though | |
| You get exactly what you paid for, stop acting like you can' t go | |
| Swagging til the ankles | |
| I feel you baby | |
| Hopefully | |
| I look familiar, lately | |
| Falling down the same rabbit hole looking for love | |
| But you' ll never ever get it because | |
| It seem like it' ll only happen when | |
| I' m holding the drugs | |
| You can never ever see it because Mac Miller | |
| Life a cliche, it ain' t a bad one | |
| First the plane land and then the bags come | |
| We walking on this planet seeking action | |
| Breaking girls hearts, sorry | |
| Miss Jackson | |
| Falling down the same rabbit hole looking for love | |
| But you' ll never ever get it because | |
| Seem like it' ll only happen when | |
| I' m holding the drugs | |
| You can never ever see it | |
| And it won' t stop til the aliens fight the robots | |
| And all the ladies take their clothes off | |
| I' m here with | |
| Mikey and we gonna | |
| RockThis some shit you won' t top | |
| I said it won' t stop til the aliens fight the robots | |
| And all the ladies take their clothes off | |
| I' m here with | |
| Mikey and we gonna | |
| RockThis some shit you won' t top | |
| I' m so high what you think about that babe | |
| On some other shit, tell ' em baby act crazy | |
| Fifteen thousand, blow it on clothes | |
| Six in the morning still sitting here throwed | |
| I' m buggin' out, buggin' out, | |
| I wonder if they know | |
| Pull up to the house, and | |
| I wonder if she know |