scanning…scanning…damage to power suit catastrophic…the planet’s atmosphere perpetuates a faint drizzle… detecting traces of phazon in this hizzle… life support will not last… space pirates will pass…warning: extreme danger…time to kick ass
It’s S to the A to the M-U-S don’t mess don’t test you fuckin’ with the best. Got a charge beam blast that’s hotter than her chest, she’ll vaporize a muthafucka and incinerate the rest.
Galactic pimpette that’s smokin’ like her gun she’s the harlem globe trotter from Zebes to the Sun. Never backin’ down from her work (it ain’t fun) she’s public enemy and bounty hunter number one.
Stone-cold justice with a white-hot bite don’t call her a robot ‘less you lookin’ for fight ‘cus she’s the ballin’ shot-callin femme fatale gold knight that’ll fry a nigga’s balls if he don’t look at her right.
Windin’ and grindin’ all through space she’s reppin’ and steppin’ for the Chozo race; and if you think you hard don’t get in her face ‘cus she fixin’ to spray you and it sure ain’t mace.
Ugly-lookin’ ass niggas always causin’ shit they’re the ball-less lawless who don’t know when to quit. But that don’t matter none when they get on our girl’s clit; she shows them who’s the worst in the universe.
Uh-oh the planet’s gonna blow it’s time to jet, so ends another chapter of the Metroid threat. Until next time there’s one thing we can bet, our one woman-army will always protect. Peace!