Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shooter Guy, artist - Miracle Of Sound. Album song Level 2, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 11.07.2012
Record label: Miracle Of Sound
Song language: English
Shooter Guy |
| Well I’m a military man with a heart of lead |
| I got a floating M4 stickin' out of my head |
| Got a cacophonous captain always screaming at me |
| I got the Burgertown blues times Infinity |
| I was the brightest in my unit got the tightest of training |
| So why am I down on the range learning basic aiming? |
| Guess I must have got my screws knocked loose in a fight |
| Cause I don’t even remember how to aim down sights |
| Now that the training is done we’re on a chopper to war |
| Captain Noisy is yelling and telling us what we’re here for |
| The mission is critical with volition political |
| I could question it but I ain’t feeling too analytical |
| Cause a dude on a rooftop with an RPG |
| Just sent us spinning around 360 degrees |
| Like a pre-pubescent sniper on 10 sensitivity |
| I spin in circles with a bunch of dudes yelling at me |
| Cause I’m the shooter guy, shooter guy |
| Laws of physics and logic need not apply |
| I’m the shooter guy, shooter guy |
| As long as I got my wall I will never die |
| 360 no-scope triple collateral guys OH MY GOD headshot bitch! |
| I’m a sniper! |
| Now the world it is fading and my vision’s degrading |
| Through slow motion I’m wading with the bad guys invading |
| Look around in a blur and see the bodies and blood |
| Get control of my legs again and I crawl through the mud |
| Snipers on ledges wearing bulletproof apparel |
| Why are these idiots standing next to those flammable barrels? |
| Red containers of death, they make for easy kills |
| They must spend a fortune on the fuel bill |
| Got a secret vacuum cleaner from my shirt to my pants |
| Sucks up ammo off the floor straight into my hands |
| Just gotta walk over bodies now I refill when I kill |
| Teabag your necrotic face for homoerotic thrills |
| Take a rocket to the face and a shot to the balls |
| But it’s okay I got my good friend chest high wall |
| Hiding in cover behind my wall I will hover |
| And in a couple of seconds I will be fully recovered |
| That’s right |
| SOAP! |
| So now I’m right in the battle explosions roar and they rattle |
| All of the grunts in my unit are getting slaughtered like cattle |
| Stupid morons keep on running out in front of my shots |
| Then they bitch at me for shooting them, who programmed these bots? |
| Just when I’m in the zone and the murder’s becoming fun |
| Here comes the heavy armored chopper with a big mini-gun |
| I waste a thousand freakin' bullets and it’s still not down |
| Oh look, a launcher’s lying conveniently on the ground |
| Boom goes the rocket that I pulled out of my pocket |
| Got an infinite stash and no armor’s gonna block it |
| Now we got a locked door blocking the route |
| But Captain Noisy has a key in the shape of his boot |
| We go sneaking and a-peeking through the enemy base |
| Into the fire we race, bodies all over the place |
| Holding X is effective to achieve our objective |
| 'Get to the chopper!' |
| is our final directive |
| Cause I’m the shooter guy, shooter guy |
| I’m a walking, talking cliche, this I can’t deny |
| I’m the shooter guy, shooter guy |
| As long as I got my wall I will never die |
| Middle class white kids rapping |
| Is so Ghetto |
| RAMIREZ! |