They don't know what typa time I'm on
When I'm on the run, they'll be ready for
Ready for war
Sleep well in between my buzz
I forgot the sun, and I'm ready for
Ready for more
Ain't wrong to want it all, I don't know when I'll fall
Summer here, I'm here for more
I been ready for, ready for war
No cost, when I'm blowing heads off
Red gauze, never seen the wounds raw
Mars bars filled pockets, buy myself applause
Back break a night shift GILF, call her Mrs. Claus
Rhythm rental, murderin an instrumental
Made a made man, make that shit look incidental
Everybody wrestle demons, that don't make you special
But I can't ignore the fire, leavin with a burnin kettle
I don't metal bend, but trust me, I'll hit every style
I'm versatile, love my Franco and my Anglophiles
Heaven sent a crazy man that was hell-bent
On enough success, so that these people would get off the fence
Used to flaking on me, now I got 'em waiting on me
Level up in public, portobello in my tummy
The real endorse, so the real is holdin down the fort
While the fake forge, supervillains on a high horse
They don't know what typa time I'm on,
When I'm on the run, they'll be ready for
Ready for war
Sleep well in between my buzz
I forgot the sun, and I'm ready for
Ready for more
Ain't wrong to want it all, I don't know when I'll fall
Summer here, I'm here for more
I been ready for, ready for war
They say prepare for the worst, and pray for the best so
How can I show if I'm not the best dressed?
I'm, locked and loaded, I'm ready for war
The .44 don't stop till the body drop to the floor
Uh, more and more cash, overflow the floor
I blow the dough, like fiends blow the dough for dope
The door is closed, my girl take an overload
Hold the phone, I'm 90 on an open road
Get into my zone, so I can kick into Auto
Won the lotto for having mottos that get you the models
Look at the roster, Mary Jane man, first pick
Stockin up a ton, I'm know for giving out assists
So it's this, look about a mile away
On the horizon, I ain't here to stand in place
I'm the ruler of the medulla, the Ruger protect my gouda
My uber take me to hooters, she wish that she knew me sooner
And, to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form and says
'Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds
They don't know what typa time I'm on
When I'm on the run, they'll be ready for
Ready for war
Sleep well in between my buzz
I forgot the sun, and I'm ready for
Ready for more
Ain't wrong to want it all, I don't know when I'll fall
Summer here, I'm here for more
I been ready for, ready for war
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