[Verse 1: Rustage]
Drop in straight out the coffin
Locked in, guess now you're all out of options
Watchmen, I'm a Dark Knight, no Gotham
Decimate your regiments, I'm tearing through your squadrons
Rotten, plead all your sins to father
No caution, drown out the screams with laughter
No conscious, bout to go down like martyrs
And I'm burning up these Germans like the Hindenburg disaster
Gun to your head, now there's no turning back
Dead or alive like a Schrodinger's Cat
They be like: "Nein" with a nine in their mouth
And like Walter I'm known for disposing the trash
Better witness, I'm a madman
It's like Christmas when I pack mags
Take a big ship and I crash land
It's like click-click, then it's bang-bang
You can't understand me like I'm abstract
Hear the twenty one shots like it's blackjack
Fuck the Vatican, ain't one for backchat
I impale through the chest like I'm Vlad, damn
Cannot clap back, it's not happening
I'm a monster of god like I'm Anderson
I'm smiting these heathens, no Paladin
'Cause with the way that they fight me it's all so embarassing
Whipping out my Jackals, so you know I bring the hounds
I'mma gun 'em down round, after round, after round
After round, after round, I'll be rounding them out
Up the body count, I be leaving puddles on the battleground
Getting loud, I be striking on the clock like Big Ben
When in doubt I'mma up the ante like a pitch bend
Your life is in danger, so major
The barrel is aimed like auf wiedersehen
Drop in straight out the coffin
Locked in, guess now you're all out of options
Watchmen, I'm a Dark Knight, no Gotham
Decimate your regiments, I'm tearing through your squadrons
Rotten, plead all your sins to father
No caution, drown out the screams with laughter
No conscious, bout to go down like martyrs
And I'm burning up these Germans like the Hindenburg disaster
Gun to your head, now there's no turning back
Dead or alive like a Schrodinger's Cat
They be like: "Nein" with a nine in their mouth
And like Walter I'm known for disposing the trash
Better witness, I'm a madman
It's like Christmas when I pack mags
Take a big ship and I crash land
It's like click-click, then it's bang-bang
You can't understand me like I'm abstract
Hear the twenty one shots like it's blackjack
Fuck the Vatican, ain't one for backchat
I impale through the chest like I'm Vlad, damn
Cannot clap back, it's not happening
I'm a monster of god like I'm Anderson
I'm smiting these heathens, no Paladin
'Cause with the way that they fight me it's all so embarassing
Whipping out my Jackals, so you know I bring the hounds
I'mma gun 'em down round, after round, after round
After round, after round, I'll be rounding them out
Up the body count, I be leaving puddles on the battleground
Getting loud, I be striking on the clock like Big Ben
When in doubt I'mma up the ante like a pitch bend
Your life is in danger, so major
The barrel is aimed like auf wiedersehen
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