RGR x MC 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ (Patreon)

Happy pride month, chat. I made it even more queer. What even is gender amirite.

But for a few other reasons, too, such as RGR and MC not coming out half as good as I wanted, thus neither made it to Patreon. So in my head, it's a mashup, but a mashup from scratch.

_They dropped us hot on the wrong grid, wrong time, wrong war,And she's like, “Good I’m bored, might as well bleed some more.”I said, "Ey, Ma'am,"She snaps, "Don't ma'am me;""What am I, ur mommy? You want milk or a time-out, Bam-bam-Bambi?"

The West Ridge is hummin’ like a hymnbook—Hellish, high-strung, screams too fine for flesh but-I caught one.Patch notes made me perfect, but she likes when I act dumb,Says she likes her lassies glitchy twitchy tongue-tied numb.

She one-taps tanks, nails filed knife-wide,Only thing she says is “I need fires”—So I fire back my best,Layin down hate like her nails through my prom dress,We hose gun nests quicker than her pussy soaks my chest.

And maybe I confessed, balls deep in the mess,I’d rather die with her than live for less.

Crash-land on the planet counting targets in her sightPilot in her mech, she's the peak of armored mightArmed to the teeth with a cannon runnin hotFearless in lead with mind free of thought

And maybe I confessed, buried deep in the mess,I'd rather die with her than live for less.She called me "idiot," meant "don't get hit" again,Felt that in my chipset hardwired to commit again.

タタカエ！　タタカエ！　コックピット [ta‑ta‑ka‑e! ta‑ta‑ka‑e! kokku‑pitto]タタカエ！　タタカエ！　パイリート [ta‑ta‑ka‑e! ta‑ta‑ka‑e! pai‑rii‑to]タタカエ！　タタカエ！　コックピット [ta‑ta‑ka‑e! ta‑ta‑ka‑e! kokku‑pitto]タタカエ！　タタカエ！　アイ　ニード　ホーズ [ta‑ta‑ka‑e! ta‑ta‑ka‑e! ai niid hoz]

Here comes the vanguard with a gutsy little twirlDon't take time to reload when I know that I like girlsAin't no need to think twice when I got her on my hipFasten down your eye-pro cuz her lips are on my lips

タタカエ！　タタカエ！　コックピット [ta‑ta‑ka‑e! ta‑ta‑ka‑e! kokku‑pitto]タタカエ！　タタカエ！　パイリート [ta‑ta‑ka‑e! ta‑ta‑ka‑e! pai‑rii‑to]タタカエ！　タタカエ！　コックピット [ta‑ta‑ka‑e! ta‑ta‑ka‑e! kokku‑pitto]タタカエ！　タタカエ！　ビー　マイ　ホー [ta‑ta‑ka‑e! ta‑ta‑ka‑e! bii mai ho]

Belle of the ballet, bullets breakpoints locked and cocked and loadedSqueezing guts and heads imploded, raking raging ready with the grit of girly gamblesMake her Mech a melancholy, bush of fem'nin bramblesI can't even fuck her ass cuz it's more than I can handle

Got grit in your teeth and your blood on my handsAnother lost bet in a no-man's landYou smile like an airburst right in my faceGuess every love's got its war to embrace.