This is a song about "Awp counter strike global offensive"

Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Til we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Blinding light/defining strike

Look, we gone have some fun tonight

Pick the knife up off the counter and make the first slice/

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

I'll fuck you after i strike

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I wanna die and watch my dark soul fade, leaving the kitchen blade, on the counter,