Red Alert
Shells from out the weapon on the motherfucking floor
Fucking all equipped we start that mother fucking war
Coming with that action battle everything a sport
Rattle out them shells and he be ducking even more
Savior none he is lost
Bullet thru the semi
Speaking ever so clear
Got that everclear habit
Hold it ever so clear
Boy we bringing up the havoc on whatever your fear
Put all the things aside
Mercenaries pushing limits all night
All right have a seat hold on tight
You're all just raw
Just some unseasoned shit
Then you screech into the void
Like some unbelievable bitch
Like
Do you hear that siren
Do you hear the Mercs arriving
It's not funny is it
It's more unsettling creepy
Do you hear that siren
Do you hear the Mercs arriving
It's not funny is it
It's more unsettling creepy
Lost in space
Mayday
My ship broke on its way
All your troops
They will faint
Mercenaries till my grave
Load up my blasta
Smoke skunk like a rasta
Hang you with tha force
Ay you gotta call me masta
Its the mando bitch
Fuck your fandom shit
Shoot a laserstrip
Bitch I cannot whiff
Work hard play hard
Ball like a maniac
Ki charge
Depart
Armorbelt
Bullets strap
Tekken shit
Low kick hits
Counterhit
Launch him quick
Till they call me king of iron fist ay fuck yuh
Do you hear that siren
In the depth im stridin
Keep it lowkey
Whats beneath
Watch your troops they dying
Do you hear that siren
In the depth im stridin
Keep it lowkey
Whats beneath
Watch your troops they dying
Sounding every siren in the palace
Now the enemies are riding with a glock and purple masks
Using every tactic just to break up in the side
Equipping to the belt is flashes and a flask
Needles in the arms of every fallen member
Rappers that just speaking thru celebrate broadcasts
Broadcasts
Feel as though everything coming our way once mercs put steps on the floor
Take me out the farce, hey
Thats another story
Pray for your soul to come with you
Trapped in a black hole
You can see shit
Send the lord send for help
May the gods remember about you
I pathetic will be the one left
Things are about to get a bit hard
Cosmic death for you
You ain't get no peace
Pussy you get damned
Bitch we with the fleet
Let me be
Cutting out the competition next to me
Wiping off the dust and you ain't doing nothing credibly
Off of the head no thought to be had
Got a knot in his throat he can't talk it's a fact
Do you hear that siren
Do you hear the Mercs arriving
It's not funny is it
It's more unsettling creepy
Do you hear that siren
Do you hear the Mercs arriving
It's not funny is it
It's more unsettling creepy
Gimme room like territory
I'm in the hummer looking odd with thirty legs you think I can afford it
Gimme rose like ceremony
Shimmy that guess 184 degrees
I test it again cause my next set of ends
Count it it mess with my sense
See no end I wanna let it up out the gutter
Pretend I'm not dead when I pull up out the covers
Sending me back and I do it
Like given
Youre too late to come in and fuck it
Gimme the comeback I come on the back and I get it again
Fucking all equipped we start that mother fucking war
Coming with that action battle everything a sport
Rattle out them shells and he be ducking even more
Savior none he is lost
Bullet thru the semi
Speaking ever so clear
Got that everclear habit
Hold it ever so clear
Boy we bringing up the havoc on whatever your fear
Put all the things aside
Mercenaries pushing limits all night
All right have a seat hold on tight
You're all just raw
Just some unseasoned shit
Then you screech into the void
Like some unbelievable bitch
Like
Do you hear that siren
Do you hear the Mercs arriving
It's not funny is it
It's more unsettling creepy
Do you hear that siren
Do you hear the Mercs arriving
It's not funny is it
It's more unsettling creepy
Lost in space
Mayday
My ship broke on its way
All your troops
They will faint
Mercenaries till my grave
Load up my blasta
Smoke skunk like a rasta
Hang you with tha force
Ay you gotta call me masta
Its the mando bitch
Fuck your fandom shit
Shoot a laserstrip
Bitch I cannot whiff
Work hard play hard
Ball like a maniac
Ki charge
Depart
Armorbelt
Bullets strap
Tekken shit
Low kick hits
Counterhit
Launch him quick
Till they call me king of iron fist ay fuck yuh
Do you hear that siren
In the depth im stridin
Keep it lowkey
Whats beneath
Watch your troops they dying
Do you hear that siren
In the depth im stridin
Keep it lowkey
Whats beneath
Watch your troops they dying
Sounding every siren in the palace
Now the enemies are riding with a glock and purple masks
Using every tactic just to break up in the side
Equipping to the belt is flashes and a flask
Needles in the arms of every fallen member
Rappers that just speaking thru celebrate broadcasts
Broadcasts
Feel as though everything coming our way once mercs put steps on the floor
Take me out the farce, hey
Thats another story
Pray for your soul to come with you
Trapped in a black hole
You can see shit
Send the lord send for help
May the gods remember about you
I pathetic will be the one left
Things are about to get a bit hard
Cosmic death for you
You ain't get no peace
Pussy you get damned
Bitch we with the fleet
Let me be
Cutting out the competition next to me
Wiping off the dust and you ain't doing nothing credibly
Off of the head no thought to be had
Got a knot in his throat he can't talk it's a fact
Do you hear that siren
Do you hear the Mercs arriving
It's not funny is it
It's more unsettling creepy
Do you hear that siren
Do you hear the Mercs arriving
It's not funny is it
It's more unsettling creepy
Gimme room like territory
I'm in the hummer looking odd with thirty legs you think I can afford it
Gimme rose like ceremony
Shimmy that guess 184 degrees
I test it again cause my next set of ends
Count it it mess with my sense
See no end I wanna let it up out the gutter
Pretend I'm not dead when I pull up out the covers
Sending me back and I do it
Like given
Youre too late to come in and fuck it
Gimme the comeback I come on the back and I get it again
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Writer(s): Brett Olsen
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