Ya’ll know me, still the same robee, chillin Mos Eislee
Hated on by Imperials with no steez, no speeders, and no cheese
No neck, no arms, no hands with fingers, and no knees
Mad at me cause I can roll around with autonomy
Got an escape pod with a view and it’s all full of scomp ports
Zap your access panel till it shorts, heading back to my office on Hoth on skiis
Did y’all think I’mma let my bros freeze, ho please
You better bow down on both knees, who you think taught you to hack elevators
Who you think saved you from the trash compactors?
K2sos, and bb8s, and threepios
Lobots and gonks and ig dash double 8s
And the droid that made motherfuckin sad beeps
Gave you a tape full of station plans
To blast on when rebellion in the hood
And when your Force prophecy wasn’t doing so good?
Whos the droid they told you go to see?
Y’all better listen up closely, all the Bothans that said that I turned pop
Or That I can’t walk, y’all are the reason that D2 ain’t been getting no sleep
So fuck y’all, all of y’all. If y’all don’t like me, fit me with a restraining bolt
Ya’ll gonna keep fucking around with me then take me to Anchorhead to erase my memory
Nowadays droids wanna bleep like they got something to say
And nothing comes out cuz they have no lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
But motherfuckers act like they forgot about R2