GROUP HAPPY FUNTIME

Casual bads only; skill is forbidden.

Watch me shoot these newbies in the Fa--- OH GOD MY FACEEEE!!!!

You’re a mean one Mr. Robin
You really are a heel.
You make us wait a week for crafting,
And then leave out recipes with zeal,
Mr. Rooooobin!
You're a club vendor,
Setting up shop next to baby seals!

You're a monster, Mr. Robin!
Your heart's an empty hole.
You give x-rays so you can see.
How generous others can be,
Mr. Roooooobin!
But only if they buy presents
That add to your bankroll!

You're a vile one, Mr. Robin!
You and your filthy crates.
There's two types for twice the profit,
Buy your keys before it's too late,
Mr. Roooobin!
Given the choice between you and Activision,
I'd take you, but for the purpose of this song I'll say I'd take Activision!

You're a foul one, Mr. Robin!
You're a nasty, wasty skunk!
Your head full of unwashed socks.
You've filled your game full of gunk,
Mr. Rooooobin!
The three words that best describe you
Are as follows, and I quote,
"Hats, money, haaaaaats!"

You're a rotter, Mr. Robin!
You're the king of sinful sots!
You let us vote on community items,
Then take the lowest rated of the lot,
Mr. Roooooobin!
You treat your own game like an appalling dump-heap,
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
assortment of deplorable money-making tactics imaginable,
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!

You nauseate me, Mr. Robin!
With a nauseous super naus!
You release a new knife that's as overpowered,
As the prices that you charge
Mr. Roooooooobin!
You're a three-decker sauerkraut
and toadstool sandvich,
With arsenic sauce!