All Out War

• Written by  • Featuring StormTheArsonist

StormTheArsonist Verse
 
Im loading clips with hollow tips
with extra back up in the whip
with the 8 bars i spit, flesh rips
with crowds yelling loud "thats that shit."
knowing i'm on some revenge shit
all scatter, afraid they'll get hit
ducking and dodging as shells flip
Im spraying out the window, lit
driving 2 miles per hour, can't miss
with that hong kong slow motion drift
im lurking, scheming through my tints
slanting my wrist till none exist
told not too, but i can't resist
this is the shit im on while pissed
giving the enemy a glimpse
no prints, with this unwanted gift
real shit, causing the game to shift
full of twist, thought to be a myth
til enemies became, all stiffs
as the bullets touch bodies lift
they smell burnt rubber as tires rip
before they drop, gone with the mist.
don't sleep, that's just first on my list
I'll be back to finish this shit
 
Pre-Chorus
Turned to puppets by their lies
We tear through smoke, blood in our eyes
On the turret now—no time to cry
Grit our teeth and aim for the sky
 
Chorus
We hold our ground, no way around
This battleground where death resounds
Till we hear that scream—"INCOMING NUKE!"
Dive for cover, no time to spook
Underground, hearts poundin', vision dimmin’
Only mission: get out livin’
In this condition—fuck it, we move
Stick to the fight, we got nothin' to lose
 
MisterCatBoy"s Verse
 
We’re back—darker than it’s ever been
Stormin' doors, takin' out these shadowed men
Body bags stackin', this ain’t over yet
Grip tight, no matter how deep it gets
Pushin’ limits in this life of war
Ain’t no rest, locked and loaded, ready for more
Explosives lightin’ up the night
Enemies hide heat under beds, ready to fight
They dive first, tryna flip the script
But we stay sharp, full mags in the clip
Movin' fast—gotta find who they took
Minds twisted, souls by the hook
 
Pre-Chorus
Turned to puppets by their lies
We tear through smoke, blood in our eyes
On the turret now—no time to cry
Grit our teeth and aim for the sky
 
Chorus
We hold our ground, no way around
This battleground where death resounds
Till we hear that scream—"INCOMING NUKE!"
Dive for cover, no time to spook
Underground, hearts poundin', vision dimmin’
Only mission: get out livin’
In this condition—fuck it, we move
Stick to the fight, we got nothin' to lose

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MisterCatBoy
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