Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Combat Arms, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming XIV, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.01.2018
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Combat Arms |
| Combat |
| Prepare for combat |
| Allow Mr. Bull to introduce you |
| To a soldier in the future |
| Who’s been moulded and reduced |
| Into the coldest single shooter |
| In control of a computer |
| Since the last one, whoever that was |
| Was flatter than the default backdrop |
| On an old laptop |
| A soldier’s silhouette glimmers in the distance |
| The electric light flickers |
| And he’s missing in an instant |
| Sitrep: |
| You and your clique are going to get wrecked |
| For forcing me to write a rhyme |
| Where I mispronounce «Respect» |
| Testing my reflex |
| Is messing with a bee’s nest |
| I suggest it’d be best to leave |
| Please be my guest |
| Receiving threats |
| But I don’t even stress |
| How can I be grieving |
| When I don’t believe in death? |
| You sneaky shoulder peeking spec |
| Come back and meet your nemesis |
| 'cause he’s a deeper threat |
| Than even NEMEXIS |
| You can count my kills, my deaths |
| And peep at dem assists |
| I’m not even prejudiced |
| I’m just a me supremacist |
| Combat |
| I dominate you |
| You’re the low common denominator |
| Combat |
| I’ll kick you constantly like I was an elite moderator |
| Achtung! |
| Engage Operation: Black Lung |
| Your obligation: |
| Bring the population back |
| From the grasp of a virus |
| Inside the shaft of a mine |
| There’s more to be frightened of in the lack of light |
| Than massive spiders' appetites |
| We need to travel deeper |
| Reach the lab and grab the research |
| We’re being attacked |
| The meagre shack is feeding cabin fever |
| Don’t breathe the gas, we’re leaving |
| After we can blast the bleeders |
| The gashes their slashes leave are scratches |
| Pass the tweezers |
| My first aid is first rate |
| Wrapping tourniquets |
| Round burst veins like burst mains |
| And you complain of shirt stains? |
| Err, mate |
| I just averted your fate |
| And turned it away |
| Gave you another birthday, so I’d say I’m deserving of cake |
| Served on a plate |
| But you’re determined to hate |
| Trapped in a terminal state of permanent rage |
| If there’s a Hall of Fame for jerks |
| You’re earning a place |
| So save your breath, don’t QQ |
| Get on the train and GTFO |
| Choo Choo! |
| Combat |
| I dominate you |
| You’re the low common denominator |
| Combat |
| I’ll kick you constantly like I was an elite moderator |
| Combat |
| I dominate you |
| You’re the low common denominator |
| Combat |
| I’ll kick you constantly like I was an elite moderator |