Halo Raps Lyricks
Recycle Bin: y'all can't ******** with the Spit Yo-Yo Mafia,
SR: with FSR, we're double teamin' ya,
Coaxke: your s**t will be owned when the game concludes,
B'Dog: like you spent every round lookin at Bea Arthur n***s
Coaxke: I stuck you, ********, oh, stick stick, god damn!
Recycle Bin: God damn!
Recycle Bin:
clockin headshots like they're goin' out of style,
leave you and your homies in a big a** pile,
dual M6Cs cause I roll like John Woo,
sprayin' hot lead, have you screamin' "What? Who?"
Coaxke's got that Plasma/BR55 hit,
kill ya hella fast, so we call him "green s**t,"
B'Dog's round the corner, M90 ready cocked,
not close enough? Grenades steady stocked, (B'Dog: Haha, I stuck you!)
SR's bustin domes on that crazy sniper scene,
Yo, Coaxke, what's Killtacular mean?
Coaxke: Like that thing you do with underage teens!
Recycle Bin: Four in a row, four seconds between
Coaxke:
elite at this s**t since Marathon,
ten ********' years, killin' ya where you spawn,
look at you, flyin' in your fly banshee,
rocket locked on, you're next in my spree,
work some green s**t, take you out in one shot,
you'll die screamin' "They're everywhere!" while I drop it like it's hot,
all them snot-nosed brats, you best beware,
Halo ain't for those without pubic hairs
B'Dog:
rollin' through your base with the biggest gun I got,
not so I can shoot you, I won't even use one shot,
won't find a secret entrance, I'll come through the parking lot,
and jam the handle way up into your expansion slot,
won't ******** know what hit you when I come out to play,
Assassin's what they call me, but the middle name's Melee,
the Mafia is comin' and we're here to ******** stay,
flamin' ninjas all around you and your homies, we will slay,
y'all got killers in the streets, we got killers in the trees,
and before you know what hit you, you'll be fallin' to your knees,
and when you're kneelin' down there, you may as well suck deez,
to buy you time before we turn your body to swiss cheese
SR:
FSR, back up in your a**,
step off the flag, or you'll catch a rocket blast,
mag in hand, I'll be blastin' your man,
push his wig back, while I'm makin' a d**k scan,
watch your back, cause I creep up from behind,
sword in hand and - you're mine,
leave your b***h screamin' for my non-dairy creamer,
psych, I'm just gonna drop a Brute steamer,
I ain't got time to bleed,
Frag Dollz, they be catchin' my seed,
dots on your dome, rock Predator style,
p***y big as a house, my d**k's long as a mile
Recycle Bin:
like an ill ninja with atomic bombs,
up in your base all day long,
the homies cleared it out so, "Bomb Armed!" round over,
screamin' "It's just luck!" but we ain't got that clover,
jacked your flag like code for Half Life 2,
from all directions so you don't know what to do,
rollin' in a new M12G1, (Coaxke: Sittin on some dubs!)
if you grab it through the floor, your a** better run,
S-double-Y-M, chillin' with your mom,
rocket up your a**, like a session with your domme,
say you could own, if the pistol had a scope?
that s**t got balanced, so you best learned to cope,
we got our skills from Marathon, son, (Recycle Bin: Yeah, ********!)
b***h all you want, the game's already won (Coaxke: Oh! Oh, damn!)
GAME OVER!
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