It's the Dead body lootin',
Luger totin' Ruger loadin', Bullet throwin',
way too long grenade holdin',
Triangle, I might mangle your weapon to rap,
Flash color coded clips and an RPG hat,
Baby baby blue ammo,
turn red when it clap,
Shoot your face in the fat,
give your cadaver a slap,
Where the level boss at?
I wanna click-click-clack k'pow, click-click-click-clack that.
I see him, shoot him, skin him, wear him, mount him on the wall,
If completely armor plated, I'ma shoot it in the
Baaaalllin', like a black hole, a vulture flock,
You violently challenge, your thangs don't cock,
Your things get shot, your party stop,
When I roll up Teen Wolfin' on the ambulance top,
This ain't no game, ain't never been no show,
And I'll gladly gun down the oldest lady you know.
I don't need no friends, I don't need no phone,
Just a bag of severed head and my Nuclear Throne,
Me no believe in trends, me no believe in genome,
All me be believe