Текст песни ONI Corps - ABSTRCTN

Quick scope no scope yea
Wet up ya block no tsunami (ay)
This a stim shot no narcotic, ay
Flick on ya bitch like I'm OpTiC Scumpy
I'm upper echelon, master prestige
Cop that dark matter with ease (yes please)
Y'all niggas DOODOO I do as I please
Drop a quad feed then I leave
Say cheese on the kill cam (DOO DOO DOO)
Dreadhead like tempest he keep w that static, ay
Burst or semi automatic
Grenade make yo ass do a backflip
We can do it how you want it I got it
Claim a bounty I ain't missing a target
You respawning that just isn't my problem
Hit the sticks you know I'm catching a body

We are the demons hunting each season
Zoro, get lost you make it to easy
Cold blooded sitrep, black bird, I see ya
Dead silent feet, up on ya im creepin
Found a camper call him walking dead (walking dead)
Dark matter habits and I'm takin' heads (gimmie that)
Gimme all the camos, strapped like Rambo
Gun go (click-click), I need more ammo
Squad on that ass in no time (yeah)
Thermite breach, got you beggin' for a lifeline (I need health)
Found the path off a zip line
No scope, with the choke, keepin' peace is a past time
I'm the King of Shadows, strike timid squads
And I'm breakin' channels, flannel
Wearin' jokers couldn't match the aim
Snap so cold make ya break ya game
Issa shame, other gamers can't fuck wit us
We Had to bust
A cap, Mike jack 'cuz we dangerous
It's my birthright I'm cancerous
Plain as fuck, no mirage, on god we the shit

You're in danger, baby you're in danger
I ride with some demons you could end up your halos
I'm an apex legend I don't fuck 'round with that halo
Man's down then man's down you turn around and we gone (shh)
You keep a strap I got four
You get smoked Bangalore (ay)
Rope a nigga up no Pathfind' (got 'im)
Putting kids to sleep like it's nap time (naptime)
Why you keep running into mesh mines (aha)
Making niggas mad is a pasttime (you mad)
I clear out a lobby like where you goin
Don't pull up with your lil clan it's on
Call in a strike team and damn, you gone
Here come the hook like it's Thresh support

Bust down the door like hello, bang!
I don't wear purps all yellow, mane
Gotta bitch singing falsetto, ay
Can't hit shit you jello aim
Don't be mad at the demons
Yeah they killed your friends but they all nice fellows ay
Seen through the move like cellophane
Put 'em in the dirt oh well, I say