[Verse 1: Daddyphatsnaps]
Oh, I feel the win coming, parachute
Down with nothing more than a pickaxe and pair of shoes
Flying like a reindeer, call me Caribou
Raining down hell like snows do in Syracuse
Touchdown, and I'm breaking through your roof, boy
Searching for the goods, tryna find me some new toys
Got a shotty, gonna load a few slugs
Maybe pull a few plugs when the round rattles in the body
Purple submachine gun is a mean one
Eat a full round, send it back like a refund
Gotta heal up, got 'em lurking every corner
Gonna grab a quick slurp, so I think that I should warn ya
I'm on ten, pull the sub out, and again
Player's journey ends on a roll, let my body mеnd
Grab a snipe, 'cause you'll nevеr know where you'll fight
Assault rifles are more my type, feeling hype!
Got the high ground, raining down bullets
This is my land, you ain't nothing but a tourist
Pump to your back, I can feel your will crack
Maybe next time, buddy, I am going for the plaque
[Chorus: Bonecage]
Build it up 'till they break your walls down
Give it up for the man with the hammer and the gun, killin' all these folks is fun, fun!
Make a place to rest my head, shut my eyes, wind up dead
Leave a little bit of time for the preparations
Oh, I feel the win coming, parachute
Down with nothing more than a pickaxe and pair of shoes
Flying like a reindeer, call me Caribou
Raining down hell like snows do in Syracuse
Touchdown, and I'm breaking through your roof, boy
Searching for the goods, tryna find me some new toys
Got a shotty, gonna load a few slugs
Maybe pull a few plugs when the round rattles in the body
Purple submachine gun is a mean one
Eat a full round, send it back like a refund
Gotta heal up, got 'em lurking every corner
Gonna grab a quick slurp, so I think that I should warn ya
I'm on ten, pull the sub out, and again
Player's journey ends on a roll, let my body mеnd
Grab a snipe, 'cause you'll nevеr know where you'll fight
Assault rifles are more my type, feeling hype!
Got the high ground, raining down bullets
This is my land, you ain't nothing but a tourist
Pump to your back, I can feel your will crack
Maybe next time, buddy, I am going for the plaque
[Chorus: Bonecage]
Build it up 'till they break your walls down
Give it up for the man with the hammer and the gun, killin' all these folks is fun, fun!
Make a place to rest my head, shut my eyes, wind up dead
Leave a little bit of time for the preparations
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