You shout it out
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away

You can sing!
Dude!
How high does your belt go?
My what? Oh my God

You have to audition for the Bellas
I can't concentrate on anything you're saying until you cover your junk
Just consider it. One time we sang backup for Prince
His butt is so tiny that I can hold it with like, one hand. Oops!
Seriously, I am nude

You were singing Titanium, right?
You know David Guetta?
Have I been living under a rock? Yeah
That song is my Jam. My lady jam
That's nice
It is. That song really builds
Gross

Can you sing it for me?
Dude, no! Get out!
Not for that reason! I'm not leaving here till you sing. So

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium