| feedback appreciated twitter: www.twitter.com download the mp3: www.reverbnation.com video edited by Sik Sensei of 2SikTV editors channel: www.youtube.com twitter: www.twitter.com lyrics: Taking your life's ill, aiming down my sights still, holding the chrome, scope on your dome, slight thrills from knife kills. These here bastards falling for my scare tactics, EMP got em real passive, you can suck my care package. Im hit, Final stand.. Im alive, with my ARC & your Type 95. Flash to make em blind, Concussion to make em slow, Semtex fucking up your kill/death ratio. You aint bad enough, my mags are done, resupply em with scavenger, Stalking you with Stalker shred your mother fucking cabbage up. Your screens red, you seem dead, been shot already, you need to walk it off right over my bouncing betty. My nephew Eggy on my tight crew, he'll snipe you then drag em off, quick scope with the dragunov, pull the pin from a frag & toss. Maggots talk trash in the lobby & say shit but spaz with a spaz-12 face lift & rage quit. The got juggernaut give em a little courage, sounding like they got tourette's when I'm hitting em with my turrets. Fuck, Shit, they're losing it yeah, talking stupid like I care but its really only music to my ears. Oh my God they hate it, capture point it's hard to take it, playing domination getting mother fucking dominated. You spawn camp, drop shot or Halo jump my ass, Ill adjust it fast, switch my custom class. so fuck what i had in the past, eat the ... |
