Loaded up on guns
Loaded up on sticks
Loaded up on beams
Loaded up on switches
My heart racin like a diablo sv
In all black and i got the twin bitches
Gunnin for the cops
Gunnin for the feds
Got them runnin from the trenches
Stackin up on ammo and i got the DSR 50
With the diamonds on the glitches
Knock one
Knock two
Knock three
Knock four
Packin weight like i got a ton
Packin punch like a ray gun under summer sun
No kamikaze cuz the nukes begin to drop
As you push the start to fucking run
Knock five
Knock six
Knock seven
Knock eight
Knock nine
Knock ten
Knock eleven
Sendin em to heaven
Sendin them to heaven to cuz i got the scythe
Seven seven seven is a lucky number
And i plan on cashin the ticket every fucking minute
Unmanned drones and soldier clones
With .50 cals and grenades on the drums
Bang bang bang
Is the last thing you hear
Till blood pourin out your fucking ear drums
Knocked twenty
Knocked twenty five
And now im five away from an end game
Pulled trigger fast so fucking bang
Exit spent most if not all of his childhood playing COD, since World at war and MW2 to the latest releases.
