Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mortal Kombat 11 Cypher, artist - JT Music. Date of issue: 11.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mortal Kombat 11 Cypher |
| When I step in the room, they all freeze |
| Icy flow, Lin Kuei energy, all me |
| Heard a thousand cries for help, they all plea |
| So I gathered all of the greatest of MCs |
| To Fatality broken-minded malevolence |
| Hiding within the shadows, your power level’s irrelevant |
| Cryomancer in battle, I always murder with elegance |
| Competition is rattled, keep stepping into my element |
| Snapping any necks with zero thought if you step in my lane |
| Frozen to the core, got warrior flowing inside my veins |
| Shower you in blood, drenching everybody, bout to Rain |
| Step to me in Kombat and you’ll find that we are not the same |
| Hearing the thunderous noise of my entrance, I’m stepping into the arena |
| You’re messing with godlike abilities, impossibilities, I will defeat ya |
| My teleportation to leave your bones breaking, I’m hitting you know that I beat |
| ya |
| Electrification to decapitation, I’m aching to give you a seizure |
| Grab you in a minute, I’ll be giving you a shock |
| You can never win it when I make your bodies drop |
| I can never stop, getting to the top, ending anybody I battle with, I’m a god, |
| ayy |
| I got fatalities, you’re mad at me? |
| I win lots |
| For all humanity, I’ll torture you like Shinnok |
| I’m a god known to these sheep |
| Rock you off of your feet |
| Know that I will do what I want |
| Because they can never stop me |
| They don’t get when I’m present |
| I’m a weapon, I’m a beast, I’ll be showing nothing less |
| It’s what you get, it’s your defeat |
| See me go off on all these people, slaughter often, we ain’t equal |
| And don’t say that you compare with the embodiment of evil |
| I ain’t flexin', 'less I said that I’m the best, although it’s true |
| See you messin' with a threat, and now your death is comin' soon |
| They call me Geras, and I’m coming through with quicksand |
| I’m gonna be your hitman, beat your ass and then dip, damn |
| Times gonna go and get stopped |
| And you’re gonna get rocked with my fatality |
| Honestly just ask yourself why you wanna challenge me |
| (Why why-why) |
| I am not the one to mess with |
| Black guy who can stir the pot, I’m lookin' like some Nesquik |
| Yes, bitch? |
| Do you got a death wish? |
| I can squeeze you in the morning right before I even eat my breakfast |
| Yo, it’s Noob Saibot but you thought I died off |
| Take two looks behind y’all, if you spooked, that’s my fault |
| (FEAR ME) |
| It’s the original ninja who kills with a shadow clone |
| You battle alone? |
| I shatter your dome, without even going |
| (FINISH HIM) |
| One fight with Sonya, I’ll teleport or ghost her |
| Then Sub-Zero shows up, with no love or bro hugs |
| Sick with the sickle, I stick in your ventricle |
| Rip you apart, with an infinite loop |
| And I’m movin' as one but I split you in two |
| Cause the Netherrealm’s finest duo is Noob |
| Get over here! |
| Evolving up through the years |
| Your ribcage is looking brittle like pickles, I’m throwing spears |
| I’ll be cooking you all through the middle |
| Drizzling blood on my griddle, watching it pop as it sizzles |
| Thicken like sauce, take a nibble |
| In every game since it’s inception, you can feel my wrath |
| To Hell and back, up from the ground, I watch your head snap |
| Over the years, I just sit back and watch the bodies stack |
| More Fatalities than Ed Boon, I’ve even got a plaque |
| I summon my minion, grinnin' I’ve been winnin', from the beginnin' |
| Combo-ing hits I’m not finished, sending you off to the clinic |
| Hope your insurance covers catastrophic damages |
| Cause let me tell ya, you’re gonna need a lot more than some bandages |
| A Scorpion dropping exoskeletons |
| Underneath, I’m a beast without hesitance |
| My final blows hit with a touch of elegance |
| Adrenaline, it flows, I’m a diabolical specimen |
| Tourney stopper, the body-dropping Baraka is chopping your ligaments up to |
| sprinkle in my frittatas |
| An animal, and a cannibal, killing the competition, and ramming them down my |
| mandibles |
| All in the exhibition, I’m a monster |
| But I ain’t hidin' under your bed |
| I am right in front of you, severing body from head |
| The Tark blades will amaze, really tear you to shreds |
| I’ll take every single limb until you’re begging your dead |
| Dread, filling everyone whose battling me |
| Unraveling intestines is pretty rattling, see |
| I’ll use it as a jump rope while I cackle in glee |
| And swallow you whole, like little Leena, snacking you clean |
| Think, are you ready to die? |
| You must be |
| Cause this only ends bad for you, so trust me |
| If you step in alive, you’re not leaving the same |
| I’ll see what you had in mind while I’m eating your brain |
| Jax is back, better ring the alarm |
| When I pull out the guns, you get lit up, heated arms |
| You throw blows, I go low and deflect 'em |
| Never see these arms comin', You’ll need a metal detector |
| Hold him up erect, then I wrecked 'em |
| Intestines, I pull 'em out the rectum |
| Who’s next? |
| To face fists hotter than some habanero sriracha |
| Up close and personal, I gotcha |
| When I hit 'em in a battle, you don’t really wanna fight |
| You better bring yo guns |
| Anybody can do it, it ain’t no fun |
| You callin' for backup, but homie ain’t gon' come |
| Poppin' a rocket at you, I hate yo guts |
| Gonna take yo life, gonna take yo lungs |
| Gonna break yo spine, gonna taste yo blood |
| Anybody wanna fight better bring your gloves |
| What? |
| Why would I want a stunt double when both the biggest balls in Hollywood |
| are hangin' off of me? |
| Call me if you wanna get bodied good |
| «Oh my god, is that Johnny Cage?» |
| «He's such a hottie, look!» |
| Here’s an autograph, you don’t want it? |
| Your mommy probably would |
| Who can sweep Sonya Blade off her feet? |
| Bet Johnny could |
| We don’t need any body doubles, I know you want me, toots |
| Sorry, oughtta get back to the Kombat |
| Stickin' to a script? |
| Nobody really wants that |
| Why would I when I can just improv it? |
| I won an Oscar, I wanna flaunt it |
| Roll camera, call action, get a close-up on this skull bashin' |
| Only gonna get one take on that |
| Because now I’m not at all actin' |
| So many motherfuckin' blockbusters in the bag |
| Scratch Mortal Kombat: The Movie, that truly was a drag |
| Nobody’s callin' cut as I drop in and pop your nuts |
| Then I’m knockin' your noggin off when you’re caught with an uppercut |
| And I’m covered in all your guts, such a bloody stud |
| Here’s an action figure that your kids are simply gonna love |
| by fabvl |