Lyrics:
Concealed in the night from the light of the moon
Undetected between the heavens, the stars and the seas
They seize the night when it's dark, like inside a tomb
Faintly, their flat black body armor gleams, light it up
From verdict, to deliverance, to retribution
To the very last beat of a dead man's pulse
You can hear the thunder roll, you can hear the engines roar
It causes the ground to quake, to buck and convulse
Lights out in the desert
Battle-born, ready to fight
Your death waits in the dark
And it stalks the night
Night stalkers
The angels of death ride the waves of the air
You barely see the pilots on this Zero Illum night
The avenger's ready now, as the target's growing near
Tracer bullets, shot from the ground, behind enemy lines
Blacked out, we're under radio silence
Night vision on, green halos a' glow
It's killing time, another lesson in violence
Bodies pile up and adrenaline starts to flow
Lights out in the desert
Battle-born, ready to fight
Your death waits in the dark
And it stalks the night
Night stalkers
Yo, when you hear four MH-47 and Black Hawk helicopters
Coming in low in the dark of night
Loaded with rangers and delta force special ops shooters
Locked and loaded, game's over, bitches
Got ya in my night vision
'Bout to let this 30mm canon go
You never seen us coming
So there's no chance of running
Nothing you do can stop them
They're gonna get ya, wanted dead or alive
You can run, but you know they will find you
"Death waits in the dark," and they own the night
Lights out in the desert
Battle-born, ready to fight
Your death waits in the dark
And it stalks the night, the night (the night, the night, the night)
Hydra rockets are all locked and loaded
Laser-guided hellfire missiles are ready and armed
Itchy fingers on thirty mike-mike triggers
They enter the fight, with all their targets acquired
Flying in formation like a black snake
Slithering closely over the map of the earth
Slicing the silvery-blueish night fog to ribbons
The time has come to return dirt back to the dirt, yeah
Camp duc lap calm before the storm
They fight with drowsiness
Rubbed their eyes must stay awake
Stared into the darkness
Disastrous noise from far behind
Imminent attack splits their minds
Forces proceed to counter thrust
Without doubt they will rush
Moon cast a shadow menace comes near
Formed as an aeroplane
Take up weapons to defend the boundary line
Do not want to loose the reign
Disastrous noise from far behind
Imminent attack splits their minds
Forces proceed to counter thrust
Without doubt they will rush
Night into day when flare bombs detonate to burn the sky
Our hostile positions are made out there is no place to hide
The AC-47 send their flames from all the barrels
6000 shots per minute to make a hill all level
Magic Dragon
Let sheets of fire hail down the base
Magic Dragon
A crucial test the enemy will never raise
Magic Dragon
Spit tracer bullets expose our hiding place
Magic Dragon
Iron monsters destroy with rage
Pilots circle their machines as eagles in the sky
Navigator tactical warfare they know the reason why
Because their orders are clear: Crush them to win the war
Magic Dragon
Let sheets of fire hail down the base
Magic Dragon
A crucial test the enemy will never raise
Magic Dragon
Spit tracer bullets expose our hiding place
Magic Dragon
Iron monsters destroy with rage
First squadron obey the command: Take off higher
No Vietcong can move in sustained fire
Orders are clear - Win the war
Magic Dragon
Let sheets of fire hail down the base
Magic Dragon
A crucial test the enemy will never raise
Magic Dragon
Spit tracer bullets expose our hiding place
Magic Dragon
Iron monsters destroy with rage
I DRAW OUT MY 14 INCH BAYONET, TEST ITS EDGE, FIND IT SHARP ENOUGH
BEFORE BATTLE, I SEE MYSELF BLASTED TO MANGLES BY A BOMB
OR BLINDED BY ROCK FRAGMENTS
OR POUNDED CRAZY BY ARTILLERY
OR GELDED BY MORTER SHRAPNELL
OR PIERCED BY BAYONET-PIERCED THROUGH THE BELLY, WRIGGLING HELPLESSLY
PIERCED THROUGH THE THROAT
PIERCED THROUGH THE GROIN AND ANUS
PIERCED AND PIERCED AGAIN
PIERCED THROUGH THE CHEST HEARING THE BONE GRATE
PIERCED THROUGH THE TEMPLE, FEELING THE BONE CUMPLE
PIERCED THROUGH THE BACK AND NAILED
PIERCED THROUGH THE SPINE AND PARALYSED
PIERCED THROUGH THE LIPS AND TONGUE, BITING ON STEEL OR BURIED ALIVE UNDER CRUMPLED ROOF
OR SKWERED BY TRACER BULLETS
OR TORN APART BY GRENADES
OR KILLED, MAIMED, BROKEN, CRUSHED, WIPED OUT
Left right left right
The war came home tonight
Set alight by satellite
Drenched in tracer bullet bright
Left right left right
The newsmen stir their appetite
Camera zooming every goof
Shooting ratings bullet proof
Desperate to generate
A crisis to manipulate
You'll wonder where the country went
In the target rich environment
Left right left right
The corner of the room's alight
With images of pure uptight
To keep the voyeurs glued all night
You'll wonder...
My cousin is in columbia
Hunting down the rebels
Over fields of bright and shiny coca
Over the jungle floor
One-handing a 32
He says: “Bring her down low now, I'm ready to go.”
“I hunt kids in camouflage
Rain down bullets in flight, white light,
Barefoot boys run for your lives.”
But you can't be nice
You put your gun to their head
And you pull back the pin
And you can't be good
My friend is based in afghanistan
He goes from cave to cave and pulls the trigger
At the first sight of a man
It's total anarchy
Shooting tracer bullets at night
A high and holy patrol into poppy fields
But you can't be good
You hold up the bloody knife
And let it shine in the sun
You gotta be everywhere
I'm a guard in guantanamo
I bring the prisoners in
The hoods come off and torture slowly begins
The screams I've overheard
It'd fuck up a weaker man
But I'm cold, I'm so untouchable
And you can't be nice
I got a flak jacket
On my soul with me tonight
And you can't be good
A tracer bullet flies
Through a six year old's mind
The thought blew mine
In march 2003
Glad i wasn't Iraqi
I stepped out into the rainy street
And reviewed the facts
There weren't many that i could grasp
Sixteen years and panic attacks
Later i consider the impending collapse
Hitting closer to home
Bunched in a stream of refugees
Headed for Stockholm
Caught up in
A post-World War Three
Exodus syndrome
Wretches stretch
For mile on mile
In single file
To no avail
A two-tone wail
Breaches the atmosphere
As night vision gear hunts down
Anything two shades too brown
In school they taught me
Rules and histories
Great use of that i have now
As my childhood fantasies
Of "end world hunger, bring world peace"
Are kicked right in the teeth
Before my eyes by my two feet
Brudda brought the switch I brought the blackout.
Tracer bullets make a nigga tap out.
Youu0027ll think he play for Saban, he been doing drills leaving stains on pavement.
Phantom oscillator graphs Nazi plots
White noise bullets lodged in studio slots
Breathy contralto melts Naval blockade
(jammed their radar with starlet grenades)
MGM contracts shred to hex code
"Miss Lamarr—stick to kissing close-ups
Dietrich’s ghost syncs blockchain backups
(firewalls burn through celluloid cuffs)
Hedy's frequency shatters their prisons
(smithsonian erased your revisions)
Tracer bullets formed WiFi constellations
Red carpet chains forged new nations
(frequency!
Dug in for a false belief
With open eyes you fail to see
So convinced of your own right
'Free thinkers' who all think alike
But I don't fucking care, where you think that you have found your truth
Coming down on angel's wings
With all these things you think you know
You're not a saviour or protector
Just surrounded by people who enable you
I see them all applaud and cheer
Crowning you with laurel wreath
With swords you've drawn into my world
Put it back into your sheath
When there's an "us an them" you love to mention
But there's only you
And your words and shortsight wisdom, that you claim are absolute
No change, no love, no understanding
No change, no love, no moving forward
Tear down
Each flag that stands for something
Shut down
Anyone that would oppose
Tracer bullets marking aim
Firing down upon this place
All from the safety of your home
In me sandbox land mine
in my toys poison
My home was burn and door is closet
Hazard in air and not enough voice
I am blade runner i am sick
In my house knock maniacs and dark
I get calls from place where always cry
I remember I remember
How I buried you in the park
You fuck my brain
I lay at your lags
But this not I – this is fake
Sweat on back sweat on back. sweat on back
You fuck my brain
I lay at your lags
But this not I – this is fake
Sweat on back sweat on back. sweat on back
blood on bouts black sunset
I need a care i am everywhere
Like a tracer bullet shin
I am your distorted reflection and
I always behind
You swam in Valhalla in boat
Honorable death
Don't mansion well?
In the skies of 1940
Brave souls took flight
Defending freedom
With all their might
Spitfires roaring
Hearts full of steel
Facing the storm
They refused to kneel
Outnumbered and outgunned
They soared
Against the odds
Their spirits roared
Every dive and every climb
Echoed through the test of time
Engine roaring, adrenaline high
Paint the story across the sky
In the crosshairs, destiny awaits
For the future of nations
Spitfire heroes
Guardians of the skies
With wings of courage, they rise
In the face of fire
They never bowed
To the few
We are forever proud
Dogfights in the clouds
A dance with death
Every maneuver
A warrior's breath
Tracer bullets light up the night
As they push on
Beyond human might
Through flak and flames
They pressed on
Each mission critical
Till victory was won
In cockpits cramped
With nerves of steel
They turned the tide
Made tyrants kneel
Engine roaring, adrenaline high
Paint the story across the sky
In the crosshairs, destiny awaits
For the future of nations
Spitfire heroes
Guardians of the skies
With wings of courage, they rise
In the face of fire, they never bowed
To the few, we are forever proud
Never in the field of conflict
Was so much owed
By so many, to so few
Their story told
With every heartbeat
They flew higher
Legends born in the line of fire
Spitfire heroes
Guardians of the skies
With wings of courage
They rise
In the face of fire
They never bowed
To the few
We are forever proud
Spitfire heroes
Your legacy lives on
In every freedom
In every dawn
You fought the fight
Spitfire heroes
Soaring through the night
She said hold this
Big Boy gang you know we can hold it
Feeling like Bishop you know I'm a poet
Imma do drive-by in a lil off-white Lotus
We did it at Midnight so nobody notice
These niggas said I ain't got no body you bogus
Trans my vision I can't even focus
You already know we on go
We going go get him
These bitches like O.J they stabbing me
Put a hole in her tooth like a mother fucking cavity
She try to play me
Or hurt me
Tracer bullets and they light up like pearly whites
Light up the mother fucking scene like a candle light
I had to ask him like do you wanna die tonight
Make him catch a bullet like his name Jerry Rice
She ate up my wood like that little bitch a termite
Whoa'
Uh, told the little bitch take a big bite
Gotta take the Cartier frames off so I can see right
23 Pounds on me it's real light
R-real light
Yea take it to the face have me real right
You already know we going have a long night
I got her watching my moves
Saying I'm too nice
Yea I'm too nice
Too nice, yea i made her stay two nights
Yea she bisexual just like a BMX
Yea I'm muscular just like I'm DMX
Sh- Shots fired it get hairy like a Chia Pet
Exotic Bitch and i heard she from Bangladesh
She told me her Grandpa bang with a bayonet
Yea I had to go get a bag
Yea I had to go get a bag
Yea, I had to go get a bag
I had to go get a bag
I had to go get a bag
Har Subah
Gaadi Waadi Leke
Office Class
Bunk Karke
TV Aur Internet Ka
Sound Full Karke
Purey Match Ko Hai Dekhna
Apne Desh Ko Support Karna
Cricket Karam
Cricket Dharam
Chalo Chalo Yaaron
Sab Match Dekhe
Bat Aur Ball Ka Contest Dekhe
Cricket Karam
Cricket Dharam
And The Ball Is Running Like A Tracer Bullet
Chalo Cricket Dekhe
Batting Bowling Dekhe
Sixer Wicket Dekhe
Runout Stumping Dekhe
Chalo Cricket Dekhe
Batting Bowling Dekhe
Sixer Wicket Dekhe
Runout Stumping Dekhe
Chalo Cricket Dekhe
Batting Bowling Dekhe
Sixer Wicket Dekhe
Runout Stumping Dekhe
Chalo Cricket Dekhe
Batting Bowling Dekhe
Sixer Wicket Dekhe
Runout Stumping Dekhe
Apna India Khele Cricket
Rohit Kohli Dhoni
Sixer Maare
Sikhar Aur Pandya Bhi Na Chor'E
Bhuvi Bumrah Aake Wicket Nikale
Chalo Baat Kare Ab Pakistan Ki
Fakhar Zaman Aur Babar Maare
Imaam Aur Sarfaraj Bhi Na Ruk'E
Kamaal Dikhaye Mohammad Amir
Bangladesh Karey Kamaal
Soumya Sarkar Tamim Iqbal
Shaqib Al Hasan Mushfiqur
Aur Mortaza Bhi Karey Dhamaal
Chale Chalo Ab West Indies
Chris Gayle Russel Ke Lambe Six
South Africa Ke De Villiers
Amla Quinton Bhi Maare Six
Sri Lanka Ke Malinga
Afghanistan Ke Rashid Khan
New Zealand Ke Kane Williamson
Aur Ross Taylor Bhi Khele Bindaas
Australia Ke Warner Smith
Maxwell Marsh Aur Finch Ke Six
England Ke Morgan Aur Root Bhai
Ben Stokes Butler Maare Sixer High
Chalo Cricket Dekhe
Batting Bowling Dekhe
Sixer Wicket Dekhe
Runout Stumping Dekhe
Chalo Cricket Dekhe
Batting Bowling Dekhe
Sixer Wicket Dekhe
Runout Stumping Dekhe
Chalo Cricket Dekhe
Batting Bowling Dekhe
Sixer Wicket Dekhe
Runout Stumping Dekhe
Chalo Cricket Dekhe
Batting Bowling Dekhe
Sixer Wicket Dekhe
Runout Stumping Dekhe
Ima up da fuckin gun all this time is fucking wasted
Couple bottles and some drugs from the plug now im jaded
Smoking packs gotta bundle better huddle when im faded
Now they walking delicate ever since dat I upgraded
Ima snap everydays a fucking pack run it back jack and
Daniel's where it's at now im spazzin out
I'll smack yo bitch in the mouth idgaf
You rodent fucks acting thug now im blasting
It be relative how you fucking act I could track
Any rat bastard fuck then go leave his body flat
I'm a young fucking dragon wit the shits and a slash from a
Gunner turret tracer bullets saw yo shit in half
Stress got me on a couple drugs puffin shrubs body snatching
If you ever want the smoke better know dat I can match it
Sing you fucking lullabies chase him down with the hatchet
Let you suffer in the dirt and let the birds help the maggots
Raising crows from the mud offa blood when im slashing
And if God cause a flood know enough don't need a passage
After all the water drain if you live with a mask
Press the knife into your ribs and then repeat like it's rapid fire bitch
Ima up da fuckin gun all this time is fucking wasted
Couple bottles and some drugs from the plug now im jaded
Smoking packs gotta bundle better huddle when im faded
Now they walking delicate ever since dat I upgraded
Ima up da fuckin gun all this time is fucking wasted
Couple bottles and some drugs from the plug now im jaded
Smoking packs gotta bundle better huddle when im faded
Now they walking delicate ever since dat I upgraded
And destroying personel.
Tracer bullets can ignite, can ignite
The path of the bullet is indicated by a red flame.
AP incendary cartridges are used for destroying fuel, gasoline and for
destroying targets protected by thin armour
The standard cartridge for the AK-47 is the M43
Bullet weight: 122 grains
Powder weight: 25 grains
Standard markings: full ... and ...
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spyda, Spyda, Spyda, Spyda
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I got cash in my jeans and it's stuck, yeah
This is my time, going up
I be rocking these shows like a motherfucking punk
I'm smoking on good, you can smell that musk
That bitch gotta stop tripping, she a motherfucking clutz
I'ma hop in that RS6, no bus
I double my money and triple my sluts
I cannot go spend a bag on her
Same Glock with the tracers, the bullets be tracking him
Singled out that ho and I'm fucking and stabbing her
Money good bitch I'm looking spectacular
A spiritual homie, mixed the dope with the lavender
Said I'm in the Audi, I don't fuck with the Challengers
Jump out the jet, bitch I feel like a traveler
Jump out the jet, bitch, I
Jump out the jet, bitch, I go, yeah
And if I hit the club I'ma throw some
Say ten on me, feel like DeRozan
Say good gas on me I can't trust my wife
It's 2AM , tryna have some fun
Laid up at the crib right now I'm stoked just like a javelin (like a javelin)
Bitch I live by the truth and I'm speakin' it
See your bitch at the club and I'm freakin' it
Got the vision I believe in it
Say I got the sauce, and my bitch got the seasoning
Please, shut the fuck up with your reasoning
I got cheese, lil' bitch, I ain't talkin' 'bout cottage
Smokin' dope, bitch, I might be exotic
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I got cash in my jeans and it's stuck, yeah
This is my time, going up
I be rocking these shows like a motherfucking punk
I'm smoking on good, you can smell that musk
That bitch gotta stop tripping, she a motherfucking clutz
I'ma hop in that RS6, no bus
I double my money and triple my sluts
I cannot go spend a bag on her
Same Glock with the tracers, the bullets be tracking him
Singled out that ho and I'm fucking and stabbing her
Money good bitch I'm looking spectacular
A spiritual homie, mixed the dope with the lavender
Said I'm in the Audi, I don't fuck with the Challengers
Jump out the jet, bitch I feel like a traveler
I'm fucking these sluts up
And that kick back from fire give him tummy tuck
Yeah that bitch is so slimy, she set him up
Yeah that mean he gone die tryin' catch a nut
With my twin, we gone slide in that Tonka truck
I told 12 when we run, it's no catching us
I think I wan't your ho' but it's out of lust
My heart is so cold it ran out of love
I'm might just kill a few Niggas like Zimmerman
My bitch so bad and she black, she got melanin
Can't find no prints on the gun, boy I'm innocent
Ask for forgivness, I know I'm gone sin again
I got the perkys, the five's and the 10's yeah
Blue and white diamonds like I came from Finland
I bought this whip bitch you know I'm not renting it
I send them shots, send that boy to the clinic
Yeah
Yeah your bitch know the nigga so cold
Bad bitch she snort the X in her nose
Front row, she tryin' suck my soul
Opps know, that I'm the type to blow
Come get your hoe if you know that bitch on go, oh
I rock all white diamonds, look like Tony Romo
I might get behind and fuck your ho' in slo-mo
He seen my silver fire and he start screaming oh no
Treat these niggas like they're chairs, they is foldable
I don't want hear what you're saying, it's not notable
Watch the back door, when these niggas get close to you
I love you bitch, but you know I'm not posting you
We stack these riches and racks like we're supposed to do
Tracer bullets in the mag, see it glowing through
I ain't ever ask for money, ain't owing you
Chopper bullets flip the car, now they towing you
Hmm, pussy I told you
Yeah, pussy I told you
These boys is slaves, it look like I sold you
Guns at the rave, we look like some soldiers
Know we get pape, ain't talking 'bout folder
You know this shit will get cold, Minnesota
Yeah, I'm sippin' on soda
Ha yeah, hmm, I'm sippin' on soda
Wat u know about coming threw getting sideways pack on the highway and its coming my way im play like aint nothing changed but im bossin up im might dress bummy or role a rusted truck plus i rarely cruise im useally on gas i talk a lot trash and i back it plus my nuts big and im cake u better know that im plugged in get in cross the boarder just place ya order and get u right i get it shipped train truck or over night my game nice airtight so u cant tell packs wrapped in vacumed seal so the dogs cant smell i ride bucket strapped down wit two pistols u better know if u come at me u a get ya issue them black tallents and side winders they gone wissel i got tracer bullets so i dont miss you...2nd verse. Im coming Strong im in a zone aint in my right mind just leave me alone iggs mad and jelious they know that im on but at same time threatend cause they know im strong on a paper route tring get my fetty long all i know is keep it real and take care of my folks tring get it right wit God and right my wrong im the king im the king im taken the throne, dont mess with too many niggaz with hidden agendas so i stay to my self and handle my business back stabbas mad cuz they see the potential but in the end it bit em cuz they aint see the vision, dnt point the finger cuz i aint the victom to many fake igz around its so sickning disrespect my mind thats when i turn vicious i rather do it my self i need no hittmen
Jesus tell me go, it's time to slide, you know I'm on it
Bible in my hand them pages wide I get to thumbing
Do this for the Lord, no, not the crowd, even though they love it
Remember I fell way more than seven times, now Epho Forest Gumping
Apple don't far too far from the tree, so they see Jesus in me
Tryna keep lil' Epho hidden in the leaf, cause holy spirit in him
Temptation at the door, shoot at the peephole, you can hear it hit him
Satan had me down, I call on God, it put some fear up in him
Jesus in the whip, he got the wheel, he shift the gear up in it
If I fall out right now, call on God, don't need no paramedic
Demon tryna push up, he can push up if he wants to
Think you big and bad, I swear this Bible its gon' haunt you
Highlighting my scripture, tracer bullets, got a couple
If you talk down on God, you might as well get ready to rumble
Front lines, Epho a soldier, warfare, it get too real
Beat on Satan, drumline, ask him how that tool feel
Remember I was fighting up that hill, but I been winning lately
Need P-31 not, Icky Vicky, ain't no Skrilla, baby
Jesus told me go, it's time to slide, you know I'm on it
Bible in my hand them pages wide, lil' Epho thumbing
Do this for the Lord, no, not the crowd, even though they love it
Remember I fell way more than seven times, but now I'm Forest Gumping
Hit the devil from head to toe, I think he got the cheese touch
Grateful for that living water, I do not mess with lean much
Did she pray today, that's what impressed me, not a mean butt
Sin under my foot like plankton, Epho got a green foot
Jesus told me go it's time to slide, you know I'm on it
Bible in my hand them pages wide, lil' Epho thumb it
Do this for the Lord, no, not the crowd, even though they love it
Remember I fell way more than seven times, but now I'm Forest Gumping
Full ammunition is used to destroy personnel
Special ammunition, depending upon its construction,
is designed for target identification and correction of fire,
ignition of fuel and highly flammable objects
or destroying lightly armoured targets.
Tracer cartridges are used for target identification,
fire adjustment, signal purposes and destroying personnel
(Destroying personnel)
Tracer bullets can ignite.
It's me your favorite son Chan Ho
Set out your empires in the snow
C'mon Vietnam lets go
Your tracer bullets fly through December
You get cold fusion nuclear war
You know that I will miss the screams
All the screaming
That decorate your nights
With laser beams
(Choir of doom)
Now the Vietcong and I
You know that we don't want to die
You get your crazy violent nights
That help us know
That you may not know our name
But we love you still the same
C'mon c'mon Vietnam
Lets go
Journey to Utopia begins*
Yeah, yeah
Whole lotta back here in business, nigga
What the fuck goin' on
Stupid ass lil' boy
Yeah
I know you know what the fuck goin' on with me, niggas
Need no name
I know I ain't duckin' no smoke, nigga
I'm runnin' straight to it, this shit on my mind
Fat mama
You see what I'm sayin'
Let's go
I'm a back end boy, got pop out with that dog shit
I fuck these hoes and block these bitches off my call list
I ball with the same ones I used to fall with
Hang out the window on my opps, I don't get car sick
These niggas in testing nino, they can't be intelligent
I put a band-aid on your face, you a Saint Lunatic
My young niggas ready to spend it, I don't care who they get
I'm a motherfuckin' fool, lookin' for some foolishness
I only call this bitch at night to put the head on me
I'm number one, but number two, I keep that lead on me
Yeah, these niggas woofin' on the net
I ain't even hearin' that
I wanna cop the GT63 and paint it black
I wanna go Louis V with the hat to match
Finish up shoppin' in lodon nd finna go to Japan
Wonnder if you Swagger Jack
Nigga, here my dog, I'm here when he is
We playin' tit for tat
YTB fatt
I'ma need my get back
Need a bitch with a fat ass with skin like Demi Lovato
I don't speak none of these hoes, they still pass by and say hi to
I don't play with my nose, but I still get hotter
I set somethin' up for codeine like a alcoholic wine-0
He shoppin' at the mall, I'm finna put him in a Tie though
This bitch ask, how you doin'
I ain't Johnny, but I'm bravo
My cousin steal cars, he in jail for grand theft auto
These tracer bullets, they ain't the regular fuckin' hollow
Yeah, I feel like Jigga, cause I really got rich out the yae
I drop a fuckin' 14 and make a 28
He want a straight drop, I cut that shit up in his face
Last time I lost the shit, they gotta buy his step down
Drive the hellcat fast, what the fuck, I like Tiptoe
This nigga out some drugs, this nigga must be Ozzy Osbourne
This a Dior collar shirt, my granny use to buy me izord
Those Brit's longed for
Transfers to Beirut
As the tracer bullets split the barrack wall
Those bold volunteers they showed
No fear at all
As the lorry drove away the people cheered
Not knowing that soon their cries
Would soon be tears
It was the boldest deed that
Little town had known
In all the years of struggle in Tyrone
But it was the saddest night that
Town would come to know
For the SAS lay waiting at Clonoe
Was not until they had the big gun down
And the volunteers thought they
Were safe and sound
That the sas they opened up from every side
And on that killing ground
Four brave lads died
We lost bold Peter Clancy on that night
A volunteer who scorned Britannia's might
Young Paddy Vincent died there by his side
He lost his life for what
He thought was right
We salute you Barry, Peter, Paddy, Sean
Though you've left us
Your memory will live on
For to the crown, a knee you'd never bend
And you were bold and fearless to the end
So come all of you who love your native land
As for peace and freedom we
March hand in hand
Our brave volunteers have not
Been lost in vein
From the ashes we can build our land again
Here's a a song of young
Lives lost before their time
Of four daring lads cut down in their prime
In a land that longs for
Freedom and for peace
It's a prayer that all the
Heartache soon will cease
(Sometimes it's hard to find
The words to say)
(Viewer beware)
Let's get it
Fuck the rap shit, I'm going sing song
Hit an op with the gat, that shit was this long
Real monkey motherfucker, bitch, I'm Diddy Kong
The peace ain't shooting out nuts, that's my dingy dong
Back and forth with a bitch like ping pong
Metal on my person like a steel toe
The bitch wet, she getting drained like a free throw
Lost the spelling bee in fifth grade, that shit was real tough
Gold links on the neck, that's real stuff
Gold bezel reflecting off the real sun
Real gas in the blunt, that's a real blunt
My dick cold cause it's up against a steel gun
No condom, no plan B
I leave it in cause I really want a family
Blue wrap on the vet like I'm Stan Lee
Drip so voluptuous, swimming like a manatee
(Water, water, water)
Been Yung Surf, bitch
Since I was day one
Rainbow tracer bullets in the clip, that's a gay gun
Red chrome wrapped around the barrel, that's a ray gun
Laser rifle coming out of bullets, need to make some
Green hair, gold teeth and some red pants
Bad bitch but she only know her best dance
Take her home trying to see her in the sweatpants
Bent it over but that pussy smell like eggplants
Big Forgi's on the rim, we don't lay low
Stay on point while we're looking for the payload
Wanna be angelic, leave you with the halo
Fuck the cops bitch, I'm going after NATO
Try to say I robbed him back in 2007
I said he's lying cause I didn't even have a weapon
That was back in kindergarten, that was fucking Kevin
So fuck you Kevin, that's why they got you doing 11
Oh dear, couldn't hear the whip cause we at a low gear
Hereditary, bitch I show no fear
She was looking at my racks and my eyes are up here
Sold my crib, bought a car, now I'm living there
Didn't make my money back but we're getting there
Bitches try to put it on me, I'm just sitting there
Wanna put it in my face but I didn't care
Silver screen bitch, I feel like George Lopez
Nana said always listen what the Pope says
Steve said never listen to the bro who is hoeless
She ain't getting dismissed without no head
KelTec .223 will hit your funny bone
Side women don't know the main, they know the funny phone
Rich homies don't need a bank, we bring the money home
Fat gram taking a dab like it's a honeycomb
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