Lyrics

Church:(You know what you could bitch about anything couldn't who. We're about to get a tank and your'e worried about chicks. What chicks are we going to pick up man! And secondly how are you going to pick up chicks in a car that looks like that?) Simmons:(You ever wonder why we're here?) Grif:(It's one of lifes greatest mysteries isn't it? I don't know man but it keeps me up at night.) Roses are red And violets are blue. One day we'll cruise down Blood Gulch avenue It's red versus red And blue versus blue It's I against I And me against you Sarge:(I like it, got a ring to it) Violets are blue, roses are red Living like this we were already dead Church:(What is that music!...Im going for the jeep, cover me) Hop in my car It don't have any doors Simmons:(Shotgun!) Grif:(Shotgun!...Fuck) It's built like a cat It lands on fours Grif:(I think it looks more like a puma) My car's like a puma It drives on all (simmons) ONE, TWO, READY, THREE Simmons:(SON OF A BITCH) Grif:(SON OF A BITCH!) Church:(SON OF A BITCH) (THis Doesn't seem physically possible!) Tucker:(Holy fuck, you team killing fucktard) Simmons:(You back-stabbing cock-bite) (Is this guy a retard?) (That Doesn't seem physically possible) Red versus red Blue versus blue Church:(I could blow up the whole god damn world with this thing)
Writer(s): Nicolas Audy-rowland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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