Nice reminds me of the end of Underground Sewer by YTCracker.
"Can't nan narry a soul argue,
That the bots ain't trying to starve you.
That the bots ain't force you,
To race on the bike course.
Bots ain't control your life.
In the future I've seen bots rule supreme.
If you can rule the bots you can get that cream.
Get that gil, spam a couple of mil,
From your underground base tucked into the hill."