Tinker, Tailor, Soldier: 76 Dan Bull
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[Intro]
We're all Soldier: 76 except we'll never be ripped
American kids getting to grips
With intricate weapons as heavy as bricks
We're all Soldier: 76 except we'll never be ripped
American kids getting to grips
With intricate weapons as heavy as bricks
[Verse 1]
Welcome to the jungle
What's that rumbling? Is it tropic thunder?
Or is it the bomb blowing up is it Osmium's atomic number?
There's no time to ponder, wonder
Los Muertos are on the run, they're coming for your daughters
But there's one man who will not succumb to bullies
Villainy, tyranny, scum the slum
At least somebody's summoned the courage
To come and be the one to fill them with steel
Without pulling a gun on these silly billies
Is he stealing his flow from Machine Gun Kelly
Who he's seen on telly? Nope, he's already made the killshot
These other MC's aren't ready, steady aiming in a deadly game
Deliver heavy pain, bigger than bellyache
Ready made for giving hell and yet he'll barely break at any stage
Whether witnessing Chevy Chase chase Bettie Page
He'll make it evident he's made mistakes
And send him straight to an early grave
Pearly gates, Helix Rockets
Where's he keep them? Really big pockets
Locking and loading, whatever option he's chosen
He's toting loads of more of what matters
The former Morrisons slogan
So Logan Paul would be proud of the bodies
He's shot for promotion
We're all Soldier: 76 except we'll never be ripped
American kids getting to grips
With intricate weapons as heavy as bricks
We're all Soldier: 76 except we'll never be ripped
American kids getting to grips
With intricate weapons as heavy as bricks
[Verse 1]
Welcome to the jungle
What's that rumbling? Is it tropic thunder?
Or is it the bomb blowing up is it Osmium's atomic number?
There's no time to ponder, wonder
Los Muertos are on the run, they're coming for your daughters
But there's one man who will not succumb to bullies
Villainy, tyranny, scum the slum
At least somebody's summoned the courage
To come and be the one to fill them with steel
Without pulling a gun on these silly billies
Is he stealing his flow from Machine Gun Kelly
Who he's seen on telly? Nope, he's already made the killshot
These other MC's aren't ready, steady aiming in a deadly game
Deliver heavy pain, bigger than bellyache
Ready made for giving hell and yet he'll barely break at any stage
Whether witnessing Chevy Chase chase Bettie Page
He'll make it evident he's made mistakes
And send him straight to an early grave
Pearly gates, Helix Rockets
Where's he keep them? Really big pockets
Locking and loading, whatever option he's chosen
He's toting loads of more of what matters
The former Morrisons slogan
So Logan Paul would be proud of the bodies
He's shot for promotion
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