Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Titanfall , by - Dan Bull. Song from the album Generation Gaming V, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.03.2015
Record label: Dan Bull
Song language: English
Titanfall |
| Hop in the titan |
| With the aim of stopping them striking |
| I’m not going to lie |
| It’ll probably get properly violent |
| You should eat your greens |
| Because you’re lacking in iron, man |
| I don’t mean to talk beanstalks |
| But I’m jacking your giant |
| I’ve seen gore beyond belief |
| War machines torn up like magazines |
| Fragged to smithereens with C4 |
| Rock you like a see-saw |
| Rucking’s what I breath for |
| Drop you into free fall |
| And pop you when you respawn |
| Free running and free gunning |
| Among the debris, becoming elite |
| Keep running your mouth |
| I’ll separate your gum and your teeth |
| I find it funny you keep |
| Coming back for more |
| Like Oliver Twist did |
| When he risked it |
| Cause he really wanted something to eat |
| Are you big enough? |
| Tell me are you big enough to ruck with me? |
| Reckon you’re big enough? |
| Tell me are you big enough to ruck with me? |
| You’re talking all that |
| While I’m ignoring, walking tall |
| While I’m taking great strides |
| You were barely taught to crawl |
| I’m a fighter personified |
| Warts and all |
| You’ve never fought a war |
| In all your life |
| Why, we all can brawl |
| You’ve not got the balls |
| To drop and fall |
| Hop from wall to wall |
| Adrenaline is setting in |
| A veritable smorgasboard |
| Of fluids running through you |
| Like a sewer or a waterfall |
| You’re short of all the gall you need |
| And so you’re sure to fall |
| Check my vortex blocker |
| It could more or less stop a chopper |
| While I take a break to make a mocha |
| Make a mockery of you |
| You can’t refuse |
| I made an offer |
| Leave you shaking, quaking |
| Mate, you need to take your beta blockers |
| Are you big enough? |
| Tell me are you big enough to ruck with me? |
| Reckon you’re big enough? |
| Tell me are you big enough to ruck with me? |
| Yeah, I think you’re rather justified |
| In feeling mugged off |
| Every attack you tactically attacked with |
| Atlas shrugged off |
| So spray me with de-Ogre-ant |
| That stuff just rubs off |
| I stride up in my Stryder |
| And tear your lugs off |
| My smart pistol is ripping |
| And pulling apart gristle |
| Leave a dark ripple in your chest |
| You need kevlar nipples |
| I blast missiles at trolls |
| For laughs, giggles and lulz |
| So I wouldn’t advise getting involved |
| If you’re not MLG |
| MGL |
| A shower of empty shells |
| As everyone around me’s |
| Shredded into bits |
| And sent to hell |
| No one’s ever started something with me |
| That ever ended well |
| Whatever pilot or titan tried it |
| In the end they fell |
| Are you big enough? |
| Tell me are you big enough to ruck with me? |
| Reckon you’re big enough? |
| Tell me are you big enough to ruck with me? |
| Are you big enough? |
| Tell me are you big enough to ruck with me? |
| Reckon you’re big enough? |
| Come and have a go, I’ll knock you off your feet |