letra de first person shooter - heath mcnease
[verse 1]
i treat life like a person shooter
sitting ducks liven up my personal computer
just a nerd wishing he was serpico in human form
-ssertive with a certain turkish gun– a ruger
bullets fly by high through a dulcet sky
with a full supply of clips like it’s wolfenstein
he gave his bro a shoulder cry
when he heard his girl likes multi-player action like goldeneye
swiss-modified star fox smolder eyes
don magic juan back slap vulcanized
dolemite crane kick johnny cobra kai
till the skeleton guys up in his dojo died
plat blonde tip duke nukem flat top
desert eagle and aviators and blast off
b. blazkowicz beefcake protagonist
cheesecake fraggin’ til they vanish into shrapnel bits
eyes wide on the fraggle’s tip
baby, this is black ops
go big or go home half a chick
testosterone alpha trip
headset, bag of chips
ain’t no girls around for a thousand cl!cks
[hook]
it’s [?] all day
console, pc, even arcade
even if i know you, you are not safe
my call o’ duty is to shoot y’alls face
so who got the better gun?
cl!ck clack but your boys don’t never come
it’s on the cl-ss ring and the letterman
i’m rated e for everyone
[verse 2]
i treat life like a duck hunt outing
mutts laugh loud when your luck runs outie
buck-buck-blao go the gun blasts proudly
duck duck down go the stunt man crouching
tiger hidden dragon with the zapper out
will the b-sset hound help to bring the mallard down?
and we can p-ss the gat around
but if you press it to the screen with my back turned, ask around
smack it down rock bottom bounced out my house
not allowed, homie
tech fowl, out of bounds
manny pacquiao this half a clown
happens now when i grab a power glove
and put the zapper down
you just a clay pigeon
that’s why the clay’s breakin’
that’s why you day trippin’
that’s why you clay aiken
and why you can’t make it
go back to playstation
i’ll be your huckleberry
holiday’s waitin’
[hook]
it’s [?] all day
console, pc, even arcade
even if i know you, you are not safe
my call o’ duty is to shoot y’alls face
so who go the better gun?
cl!ck clack but your boys don’t never come
it’s on the cl-ss ring and the letterman
i’m rated e for everyone
[outro]
rated e like
gave the green light
mr. kraid smoke aliens and peace pipes
gave ‘em each three strikes
street life
shoot now ask later if it feels right
[hook]
it’s [?] all day
console, pc, even arcade
even if i know you, you are not safe
my call o’ duty is to shoot y’alls face
so who go the better gun?
cl!ck clack but your boys don’t never come
it’s on the cl-ss ring and the letterman
i’m rated e for everyone
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