Another night… same squad… Load in, lock up, let’s give this game hell.
Another night, same squad — yeah, we’re clocked back in, Game’s hot garbage, but somehow we still win. Makes me wanna rip the hair straight out my skull, Yet the chaos pulls me in, yeah it devours me whole.
Shots ring out — we’re knee-deep in the pins, Fragments flyin’ past — where the hell do we begin? Heavy contact! Move right — then slide to the left, Keep your head low, brother — survive is what’s left.
Mamma and Pie, they stackin’ bodies in the dust, Mamma takes ’em low, Pie hits ’em high — that’s trust. Metal heartbeat pounding while we own this battleground, Through smoke and fire — listen close… that’s the sound.
This ain’t no mercy mission — this is pure destruction, Every move is timed — perfect execution. We don’t break, don’t fold, don’t run from the fight, We’re the last crew standing in the dead of night.
Look at Jacky Boy! — sprintin’ like a rabbit in the dark, Panicked feet slappin’ pavement while he’s “leaving his mark.” Then TheGame steps in — thinks he’s tactical king, Charting every angle like he’s planning everything.
Buttmilk and Shnelly — cold hands, calm breath, Silent killers lurkin’, dealing slow-motion death. Eyes scanning every doorway, shadows shifting on the walls, Once they lock a target in — that target falls.
Mamma and Pie, they’re stackin’ bodies in the dust, Mamma digs ’em low, Pie hits ’em high — that’s trust. We are the unit — metal pounding, hear the sound, Through the smoke and fire, we lock this battleground.
This ain’t no mercy mission — this is pure destruction, Every move is timed — perfect execution. We don’t break, don’t fold, don’t run from the fight, We’re the last crew standing in the dead of night.
Ruin and me — The Grizalay — hold the flank tight, Shotguns barkin’, rifles flashin’ white light. Every caliber screaming, every bullet finds a home, We carve a path of fire — this battlefield we own.
No retreat. No surrender. We annihilate the day. If the enemy is breathing — we’re coming for the slay.
This ain’t no mercy mission — this is pure destruction, Every move is timed — perfect execution. We don’t break, don’t fold, don’t run from the fight, We’re the last crew standing in the dead of night. (Last crew standing!) (Perfect execution!)
Another night. Same squad. Load out… See you tomorrow.
SmilenGrizzly
