[Intro]

Uh, uh, uh

Woah, yeah, yuh

1v1 me bro right now, let's go

[Chorus]

What the fuck did you say to me?

1v1 like it's Halo 3

Headshot, it’s a killing spree

Your fate it sealed, and I hid the key

You’re an oddball, don’t talk to me (talk to me)

Plasma burns in the third degree (plasma burns in the third degree)

(it's what you get if we don’t agree)

I just did a show, I got mad bucks (mad bucks)

Know you hate my songs, I don't give a fuck (give a fuck)

Projectile weapon to your skull, yeah it's tough luck

You know I'm cold and calculated, I'm a construct

[Verse 1]

Don't @ me, but the DMR is OP, low-key

I just stepped out of the armory in this brand new Mark V

I stay tactical, these trick shots impractical

Covenant Carbine to the dome, this is heresy

[Pre-Chorus]

Yeah, yeah-yeah

What the fuck

Master Chief, you mind telling me what you're doing on that ship?

Sir, listening to Lone Construct

[Chorus]

What the fuck did you say to me?

1v1 like it's Halo 3

Headshot, it’s a killing spree

Your fate it sealed, and I hid the key

You’re an oddball, don’t talk to me (talk to me)

Plasma burns in the third degree (plasma burns in the third degree)

(it's what you get if we don’t agree)

I just did a show, I got mad bucks (mad bucks)

Know you hate my songs, I don't give a fuck (give a fuck)

Projectile weapon to your skull, yeah it's tough luck

You know I'm cold and calculated, I'm a construct

[Verse 2]

I'm a Jackal, shoot you across the map with a sniper (okay)

Your shit catastrophe, like a Halo game with no Bungie

You can't fuck with me, so get the fuck out my lobby

No banshee, we'll fly across with a man cannon

[Pre-Chorus]

I need to get this fucking song done right now, okay

I, I can't come up with any fucking lyrics about Halo

I can't come up with anymore Halo lyrics, fuck this

Hey, demon

The jerk store called, and they're all out of you

1v1 me bro right now, let's go

[Chorus]

What the fuck did you say to me?

1v1 like it's Halo 3

Headshot, it’s a killing spree

Your fate it sealed, and I hid the key

You’re an oddball, don’t talk to me (talk to me)

Plasma burns in the third degree (plasma burns in the third degree)

(it's what you get if we don’t agree)

I just did a show, I got mad bucks (mad bucks)

Know you hate my songs, I don't give a fuck (give a fuck)

Projectile weapon to your skull, yeah it's tough luck

You know I'm cold and calculated, I'm a construct