Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Raining Shells, artist - JT Music. Date of issue: 10.11.2015
Song language: English
Raining Shells |
| Enemy bomb has been planted! |
| Headin' over to dispatch |
| Wait for backup- |
| Shit! |
| Damnit! |
| We got a camper on the bomb- |
| Hey guys, consider this situation defused |
| Hehehehehehe |
| Good work, boys! |
| Just another day at the Office… |
| Yo Lock and load time to work |
| Counter-Strike is my line of work |
| No wonder why whenever I’m at work |
| 9 to 5's goin' by like a blur |
| Got a target on my back cause I’m in first |
| Hungry haters look at me like I’m dessert |
| When it comes to gettin' killed, I’m the worst |
| If this game is a blessing then I’m the curse |
| Cause I’m practically the reason why they nerf |
| Have a Molotov, hope you like to burn |
| Why you tryin' to hurt me? I’m just tryin' to learn! |
| Then I hope you don’t mind dyin', Nerd! |
| I got no shame goin' all day |
| You’re a fat troll with a low rank |
| Keep your head below my controlled spray |
| Got a console? That is so lame |
| We’re movin' it quick and cruisin' through clips |
| If you couldn’t tell we’re not new to this shit |
| I shoot from the hip when I rip through your team |
| Crank up the Valve, I’m pickin' up Steam! |
| Look for the source of this power of mine |
| Follow my lead, stay outta the fire |
| Say your goodbyes, now you retire |
| I’m bringin' this battle right down to the wire! |
| It’s raining shells, the bodies drop |
| Just blame the hacks, too bad it’s not |
| Now make a play, and take your shot |
| You’re far too late, this bomb is going off |
| I’m loadin' my Glock as I’m watchin' the clock |
| No not to be cocky, I’m walkin' the talk |
| When I’m knockin' out targets, jaws will be dropped |
| I’m poppin’em off with this AWP that I bought! |
| You thought it was cheap, but promise it’s not |
| Cause all of these guns have cost me a lot |
| I’m not gonna stop when I rock the FAMAS |
| Leavin' your bodies to rot in the Dust |
| I’m not a Mirage, but I’m harder to spot |
| Got Vertigo now, because I’m on the top |
| You mess with the bomb and you are getting shot |
| Then I’m pocketing all of the junk that you dropped |
| I’m an artist and the gun is my brush |
| They call me the Jackson Pollock of blood |
| Painting the walls with all of your guts |
| Somebody oughtta be mopping this up We’ve Made, Contact, Engage, Combat |
| Evade, Fall Back! |
| Fulfill, Contract |
| Whether you’re rushin' or runnin' and gunnin' |
| Or setting up shop hidin' underneath somethin' |
| You’ll never be safe from us cuz we are comin' |
| So sick at this game that it’s fuckin' disgustin' |
| It’s raining shells, the bodies drop |
| Just blame the hax, too bad it’s not |
| Now make a play, and take your shot |
| You’re far too late, this bomb is going off |
| I’ll make you rage |
| With a well-placed grenade |
| I’m the reason your problems |
| Detonate in your face |
| Now the countdown’s begun |
| Good luck makin' it stop |
| If you’re not facin' me Then you’re racin' the clock |
| It’s raining shells, the bodies drop |
| Just blame the hax, too bad it’s not |
| Now make a play, and take your shot |
| You’re far too late, this bomb is going off |