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I'll Form the Head

MC Frontalot•Official Audio (YouTube API)

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Bright-colored robotic space rhinoceri

That we pilot, why? Cause they're in supply

Plus, we heed the cry of our planet's population

To defend them. We report to battle stations

Split screen, ready, and our rhinos are rocket ships

With fully articulated tusk, jaws, and hips

They come equipped with individual special attacks

None with a lag, but a couple a little bit slack

I'm not naming any pilot specifically

But we're all color-coded so you notice that typically

I, in the gold, lead the charge, do the most damage

To whatever hairy giant space invader managed

To threaten the globe in yet another of our episodes

This week? Malevolent galactic nematode!

Already beat up the squad when we faced him

I'm calling it: let's form a giant robot and waste him

Monster misbehaving

Planet's needing saving

Situation's grave and

I'll form the head

The enemy is clever

We're smaller but whatever

When we put it together

I'll form the head

Y'all can do the treading

Swing energy machete

If combination's ready

I'll form the head

What the deuce, Pink? What'd I tell you last time?

Got my agent on the phone, watch it with the worm slime

And watch a star shine. Focus in your cameras

Cause it's a damn crime, being so glamorous

Now pan it, yeah at us, shot of the supreme

Mister Quoise Rhinobot. Them? My lackey team

You got the nimrod with the yellow laser beam

And the other guy's otaku (and he wants to talk to me)

Between scenes, sometimes I feel out of place

Oh yeah, I'm the biggest damn star in outer space

Dear fans, I am powered by your flattery

Love, little old me (not the diva or the daiquiri)

Back on track, team! And if you require me

To show some pearly whites, I'll remind you why you hired me

There's no rivalry, just me instead

I'll be back in fifteen, just in time to form the head

Planet's needing saving

Situation's grave and

We're smaller but whatever

When we put it together

Y'all can do the treading

Swing energy machete

If combination's ready

Am I the only one who's finding this peculiar

That fighting giant aliens is getting too familiar?

And it's bad enough, and just my luck, my bot is lightish red

But do we always have to argue over who should form the head?

NASA-trained, I'm only overlooked cause I'm the nice guy

I'm overqualified, I've logged six months of flight time

Astrophysicist, but still there's no respect for me

The Golden Boy and Quoise couldn't spell the word trajectory

Now they have me face-to-face and fighting with some fish bait

Ten minutes left? We'll never finish at this rate

We need a plan, re-running through other enemies

But every battle has two-minute breaks within the memory

All these giant insects, they put the world in jeopardy

I remember MegaMoth as if it happened yesterday

I think it's time that we combine and rip this thing to shreds

But only if you promise me that I can form the head!

Planet's needing saving

Situation's grave and

We're smaller but whatever

When we put it together

Y'all can do the treading

Swing energy machete

If combination's ready

Pink! Turquoise! Stick together! Some say

UltraMegafauna only clicks together one way

If that is apocryphal, might offer you turns

Up top, where the view's at, you can look stern

While we pose so menacingly, brandishing blade

About to rid us of the enemy with one swoop, Yayyy!

Not now! Time's critical. Don't debate this again

Oops! That space worm gobbled up Michigan!

Planet's needing saving

Situation's grave and

We're smaller but whatever

When we put it together

Y'all can do the treading

Swing energy machete

If combination's ready

Planet's needing saving

Situation's grave and

We're smaller but whatever

When we put it together

Y'all can do the treading

Swing energy machete

If combination's ready

Assembling your AI-powered music player

I'll Form the Head

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