So I guess we're in an old forest, that's what the host told us
Approach closer the cold’s growing I spoke slowly
“Eedee I’m feeling like” – he cuts me off fast
“Jesus, my skin is tingling”, just then a bomb blasts
We fall back, debris fills the sky with dark grey
It's like my heart gave, look at him with a starved face
Our shocked gaze interrupted by gunfire, shit!
But why is this happening? Shit, “might we gotta fight?”
Then we see some glocks laying, pick ‘em up right quick
“I'm eyin' it too, dawg, it's quite the plot device”
“How convenient”, looking up I see the enemies laugh
War's a star-crossed lover, a Confederate Flag
We set in a stance as we fire into the woods
Peeps are dyin' this isn't good! Behind us I hear a foot
As it crackles and crunches within the leaves on the ground
The laughter's abundance isn't the need I have now
--This fucker thinks he’s slick, “he’s maneuvered next to you!”
Eedee hears my warning as he moves to wreck the fool
I duck quick, like "fuck this", it's true I let it flew
And it flew true, but who know it hit Dewey Decimal?
Oh shit, we’re in the Union but it seems that Boston “turned” on us
This drop the “t” party’s got Boston in an “urn” for us
These two are palin' in comparison, I'm hopin' they would fight
Liberal head-shots ensures their minds are closin' for the night.
BANG – we spit the rapid fire ammunition, land inside this faggot’s ears
And self-detonated like jihad family members
And lest they think they win, they best say "hi" to heaven,
We'll tower over you, burn through your bars like 9/11.
We ice our weapon, -- the battle came to an end
Then I look at Eedee’s face as we laugh and exchange a grin
RIP to our opponents, they're prolly in heaven now,
Lock and load, motherfuckers, get ready for the second round
Boston/Dewey Decimal
no verse
Well Catastrophic advances by default, unfortunately for the other team this tournament isn't about who can bark the loudest.
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