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a million tons of metal sitting under this pedal
foot to the floor and the bot heated like a kettle
back into the ring let this score get settled
massive mech combat smash em all into pebbles

king of the arena every night of the week
see me crawl into my suit and the whole crowd freaks
from skirmishes to tourneys killed every kind of thing
monsters kept in cages and dummys stepping to the ring

and all that I crush i still cant kill the pain
bruising up my body for some cash and some fame
shells in the shop always needing shit replaced
spend as much at the bar as I do on paint

I remember the days when we did this for fun
mashing some metal after a night at the pub
then i went to go pro traded money for love
killed all of my passion for robots fuckin shit up

kept toning my body and honing my skill
traded up some charisma for indominable will
put everything I got when i got into the shell
hardwired to win my bots an extension of self

I feel every blow it aint just the shakes
got EEG sensors hooked up every place
extend sensor data straight into my brain
i go into a fight but i dont leave the same

well I got all the sponsors they pay for the trim
sellin ad space for cheap beer and stims
living like a legend while i burn out like a candle
sending out drunken comms in the pilots main channel

if you ever get bored and want and autograph
im out in sector 7 with some weed and a tap
emptying kegs of some spacers good ale
smoking up dabs with a laser and nail