| I’ll nuke the New Conglomerate
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| I’m a Super-Don with it
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| Apocalyptic popping clips like chewing gum
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| And if the Vanu Sovereignty obviously got to be cross at me
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| It’s because I’m possibly one of the
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| Hottest technology properties you’ve probably seen
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| You never can touch this
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| I’m a fellow to crush gits with every couplet
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| So bell up the Terran Republic
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| And tell them they’re getting their nuts kicked
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| You’re outnumbered and down for the count
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| Fumbling around as it is getting louder
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| The sound of my sunderer
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| Thunderclouds are coming, so get underground or something
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| ‘Cause I’m the real deal, sealed your fate
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| Best stay at your warp gate
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| My method of taking you out’s in really rather poor taste
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| I leave you sautéed, NS-60 brought flames
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| Then I bring it back again like this upcoming chord change
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| Sign up
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| To the battle for the Planetside
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| This is a theatre of war, not a pantomime
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| Think you can hack it?
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| Only the baddest can apply
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| So back up and decide: what kind of man am I?
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| A brand new kind of interplanetary samurai
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| The type to ram your mind into a brand new paradigm
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| And if the damn reply is yes, then get down to the Planetside
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| If the damn reply is yes, then get down to the Planetside
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| I use a flash and flank, shoot your battletank
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| Boost my battle rank, boot a frag into your ranks
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| A brutal hacky sack, you losers poo your pants
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| Nappy rash
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| Action-packed
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| This isn’t a hack and slash, you need precision for hacking
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| Stats seem to indicate the fact you lack panache
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| Infiltrators: grab the stash
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| Liberator: have to dash
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| Back to the Harasser fast
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| Mission failure? |
| Nah, we passed
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| And smack the actual crap from your candy ass
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| People get mad at me for repeating: «Do you have any batteries?»
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| Like Peter Griffin, I’ll leave you grabbing your knee in agony
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| Sign up
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| To the battle for the Planetside
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| This is a theatre of war, not a pantomime
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| Think you can hack it?
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| Only the baddest can apply
|
| So back up and decide: what kind of man am I?
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| A brand new kind of interplanetary samurai
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| The type to ram your mind into a brand new paradigm
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| And if the damn reply is yes, then get down to the Planetside
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| If the damn reply is yes, then get down to the Planetside
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| Choose your side
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| Get down to the Planetside
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| And fight
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| We need you, soldier |