Lyrics Escape From Robot Island - MC Lars
LARS:
August
4th,
1990,
kicking
it
across
the
bay,
When
we
went
straight
to
that
island
On
that
momentous
day.
To
explore
it,
not
ignore
it,
like
Christopher
C.
MNP
and
Lars
H.,
pioneers
adrift
at
sea.
And
so
we
went
ashore,
Knowing
not
what
was
in
store,
Till
there
came
a
crazy
noise
that
we
could
not
ignore.
Fourteen
robo-primates,
they
came
straight
for
us,
Nasty
and
ugly,
like
a
zit
brimming
with
puss.
So
we
hopped
into
our
boat,
hoping
it
would
float,
Till
we
found
a
robo-monkey
had
chewed
it
like
a
goat.
And
a
big
hole
remained
at
the
bottom
of
our
craft,
As
it
began
to
sink,
the
robo-creatures
laughed.
Then
out
of
the
woods
came
more
robots
by
the
dozens,
Daddies,
mommies,
aunts,
and
uncles,
grandmas,
grandpas,
and
cousins
Whole
robo-families,
thirsting
for
blood.
Vampiric
evil
machines
caked
in
oil,
grease,
and
blood.
CHORUS
Escape
from
Robot
Island,
Well
take
them
to
the
desert
Trip
their
circuits
and
fry
them.
Cant
stay
in
Robot
Island,
These
robots
are
maniacal,
Lets
beat
them
up
and
hide
them.
Get
out
of
Robot
Island,
Don't
want
to
be
your
robo-lunch,
Your
robo-canned-food-blend.
Delete
Robot
Island,
you
evil
R2D2s,
Now
it's
time
to
meet
your
end.
MNP:
what's
that
you
say,
boy
haven't
you
heard?
Call
me
a
stupid-ass
white
boy,
flip
me
the
bird?
I
want
to
smack
you
right
now
in
the
face,
But
they're
locked
on
me,
stalking
this
place.
Today
has
been
a
scary
day,
These
robots
they
don't
want
to
play,
Their
bodies
are
metallic
gray,
Their
wires
look
like
plastic
hay.
These
robots
chased
us
through
the
night,
Everybody
knows
that
I
put
up
a
fight
To
the
different
kinds,
they
blow
my
mind,
Giant
eyeball
watching
me
reading
my
mind.
There
are
fury
ones
with
blades
Coming
out
of
their
fur,
Robots
riding
chariots
just
like
Ben-Hur,
A
ton
that
will
toss
you
in
a
chasm,
Balls
that
drill
you
like
in
Phantasm.
Tall
ones,
short
ones,
round
ones,
long
ones,
Little
ones,
green
ones,
right
ones,
wrongs.
Batteries
not
included,
these
things
attack,
Model
ZX
goes
for
your
sack.
Big
metal
teeth
aint
too
friendly.
Mechanical
death?
that's
not
for
me!
All
the
different
Doomsday
Machines,
We
have
to
stop
them
with
live-or-die
means.
They
have
their
cold
metallic
hearts,
Soulless
just
like
Kinkade's
art,
We
need
to
learn
to
play
the
part,
Getting
out
alive
is
where
well
start.
Saving
ourselves,
see
that
is
our
mission,
Like
Im
running
from
the
firm
in
the
novel
by
Grisham.
Or
Tommyknockers,
by
Mr.
King,
On
the
run
and
this
aint
no
dream.
REPEAT
CHORUS
MNP:
Hiding
out
on
the
tree
house
floor,
Evil
bots
knocking
at
the
door.
LARS:
We
climbed
up
here
to
get
away
And
weve
been
stuck
all
night
and
day.
MNP:
We
built
a
gun,
quadruple
barreled,
Quiver
filled
with
acid
arrows.
LARS:
There
was
a
chainsaw
that
we
found,
Like
Ash
we
wielded
it
around.
MNP:
We
used
it
like
a
robot
shank,
Little
did
we
know
the
chain
would
break.
LARS:
We
hat
a
copper
melting
pot,
Filled
with
oil
very
hot.
MNP:
It
burned
right
through
the
wooden
planks,
They
climbed
up
and
they
said,
Thanks.
LARS:
They
want
violence,
not
harmless
pranks.
MNP:
Run,
Lars,
run,
just
like
Tom
Hanks.
ROBOT:
Foolish
humans,
time
to
die,
Well
gobble
you
up
like
ham
on
rye.
LARS:
Weve
done
everything
that
we
can
do;
It
was
up
to
me,
now
it's
up
to
you.
MNP:
The
arrows,
we
still
have
those,
Lets
fire
them
and
see
how
it
goes.
ROBOT:
Foolish
humans,
that
wont
work.
Well
get
you
both,
prepare
to
hurt.
Your
blood
will
drip,
Your
blood
will
spurt
and
Youll
be
six
feet
under
dirt.
MNP:
So
this
is
what
it
feels
like
being
the
prey?
The
early
bot
gets
the
human,
or
so
they
say.
LARS:
Wait!
it's
time
to
die?
I
don't
want
to
go
yet!
I
never
went
to
Russia
or
owned
a
private
jet.
I
never
kissed
a
lion
or
went
bowling
nude,
Ive
never
gone
hang
gliding
or
had
hamster
food.
MNP:
Pull
yourself
together
man,
Youre
getting
me
annoyed.
Lets
not
go
out
in
shame!
Lets
go
out
shooting
droids.
You
forgot
about
my
Remington
Taped
to
my
Smith
& Wesson,
My
aim
is
next
to
perfect,
Lets
teach
these
things
a
lesson.
Stop!
ROBOT:
No!
LARS:
Shoot!
MNP:
Yes,
Im
about
to
do
it.
LARS:
Go!
MNP:
Ha!
LARS:
Nice,
but
were
not
half-way
through
it.
There's
eight-hundred
more,
And
youve
only
got
two
bullets.
MNP:
If
anyone
can
make
it,
MNP
and
Lars
can
do
it.
LARS:
you're
right
MNP,
Lets
overcome
our
fears,
Machines
wont
run
humanity
Like
twisted
engineers.
REPEAT
CHORUS
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