| One;
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| I’m the king of the ring when I’m in the arena,
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| 'Cause I’m beatin' everybody like when I beat Tina,
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| I can throw down with the campers mentality,
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| The glocks puttin' stops to your your whole camps reality,
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| Sticky bombs flyin' all over the place,
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| If I find your body, you know I’m humpin' your face,
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| Doug walkin' with my heavy machine gun,
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| The words on your screen, you were killed by «Z1»,
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| Yeah, come and run in my direction,
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| I don’t give a damn if you got double protection,
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| It’s a fatal attraction, I’m like fatality place quake and not red faction,
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| Posted on the rock, sniper rifle in hand,
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| Your forehead’s insight, all according to plan,
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| Breathe wrong homie, and you might get caught,
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| Everybody in the rooms' gunna hear what I got,
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| 'Cause it’s a;
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| MAIN COMES IN Two;
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| Stalkin' 'round your area,
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| It’s necessary to be wary,
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| You should be afraid of us,
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| Gotcha' in the sights on my rifle scope,
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| Take a look around me 'fore yo' head explode,
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| Takin' the show on the road, see the victims line up,
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| Better watch where you go, or you might get shot up,
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| Better pack your grenades, if you step into us, see 'em pilin' up,
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| I take a real sick pleasure outta watchin' 'em fall,
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| Rockets and grenades, I shout a free-for-all,
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| I’m about to whip out my sickness, give my opinion,
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| Climb up to the top and start snipin' at your best friend,
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| It takes ten men to stop me, here I’m comin',
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| In my battle mode, I keep on runnin' and gunnin',
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| Tell it to B-Bear, ya’ll better be scared,
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| Don’t care if you respawn, I’ll still be camping there with a;
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| MAIN COMES IN Three;
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| Be at ya' nine, three trumps in a line,
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| Wait, I’m low on ammo, but I still got my knife,
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| Need to reach a high level, 'afore I’m truly effective,
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| Killin' off pro’s and noobs non-selective,
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| True 'dat, hey, I’m ready to go,
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| Sticky bombs in my hand, popped tops to throw,
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| Yo' a real gun trackin' everyone in my sector,
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| Hey yo I’m in position, lemme' give you the vector,
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| The coordinates match with the blips on my map,
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| Word to that, okay, lets set up this trap,
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| Sendin' in noobs to be live bait,
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| Brain matter will splatter all accordin' to fate,
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| Hey, there’s no, they found my land mine,
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| It’s all good, now I got my snipes sights lined,
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| ha ha ha ha, this is easy, like aimin' at Tyra Banks,
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| Takin' shots so accurate, they be takin' down tanks;
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| MAIN COMES IN!
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| Yeah, there was one??,
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| hahahaha,
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| Uh oh, turn around,
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| Whoops, too late,
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| Boom. |
| Heeaaddshott;
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| END SONG! |