I've written out all the lyrics to the equius parody of baby got back. (I like big bots)
D - -> I like big bots and I cannot lie
When a girl walks in with her iron base and those rivets in your face
Have to stop and stare cause you notice that bot was BUFF
Chrome shining in the moonlight
Mechanisms wound up so tight
Megido, I want to repair you
Other highbloods tried to warn me
But I need you to come and scorn me
Hey, redblood, steel skin, you want to be more than friends?
Well, command me, demand me!
Cause I know you understand me!
Well I'm done with faking
And the only thing left that's real
I'm tired of other trolls saying they don't like how I roll
Take any battlebot and ask them that
She has to have batteries in the back
Did your hardware make the cut? (Oh yes!)
Well, scold them (scold them)
(Lowblood poise with a highblood booty)
(Lowblood poise with a highblood booty)
That's when I need to clash
I'm not talking about candies
Cause licorice is for dandies
I want your fury, strong and unyielding
I don't want any shielding
So I'm looking at machines
Pint sized tin cans that can't stay clean
They couldn't handle a real man
And to all the soulbots, I want your hands upon me
I must tell the truth when I say I want you (MNRGH) until the break of dawn!
Soulbots never steer me wrong
Too many fools don't like this song
While I do nothing but permit you
If your good at tying knots
Then come back, reverse the flow
And everyone will finally know
D - -> Oh... Yes, this is going quite well
D - -> But, um, Aradia, do you think I-
D - -> Could you pass me a towel? Perhaps I...
D - -> No? Oh... Well uh...
D - -> So your cyborg has a warped core
With adamantium plating in store
Well, that plating isn't needed
My stallion don't want none unless you've got bolts, hon
You can install upgrades or patches
But please don't lose those bolts
So mechanics want to make you sleek, and say that bolts are weak?
Their lowblood ways just rend you
And I've got to move quick to mend you!
So, Sollux says your cold
Well, that slime needs to be told
Of your iron fist and stern disposition
He should go back to fishin'
The tin cans made by Strider
Your weaker than the spider
Give me a soulbot so I can make my soul hot
Feeling hits me like a bow shot
Some lowblood went and said
That we could never become red
The talk is low and crude
I know you'd never be that rude
So soulbots, if your fist is cold and you want me to do as I'm told,
Put your mark upon my back!
D - -> ...Okay... S-Seriously Aradia, I need that towel