Call of Duty (feat. Capo & Kool Keith)

Careful, samurai

Slow, yet unyielding, cunning yet conservative

Patient, yet committed until death

Well, let's help them

Yes, yes

Have you ever seen a dude suited up like a skydiver

Shove a screwdriver inside a lighter, ignite a

Fire like Macgyver, make a sword out a tire iron

Fight a whole empire, entirely go haywire?

The Bruce is loose, back like a boomerang

The zen rapper, been faster, master of the yin and yang

Come here, let me show you something

You got the flowers, I want the dumplings

What's a lucky duck with a golden goose?

A fowl mother clucker with a silver spoon

Never trust a hug, it's just a way to hide your face

Numb chucks to tree trunks, I'm about to rampage

Explosive devices pipes and dynamite

Pyrotechnition on a mission to shine my light

Let the bombs do the talking, I just kinda fight

Kinda like having some insight on the site

Angel on the left, devil on the right

Duty or your morals, we quarrel 'til one survives

You play these games, and they might take your life

To the other side like a poltergeist

Blades, blades and more blade

They're stuck in the stone age

We used to be friends

When we rocked at Stonehenge

Now, it's no friends and no ends

Until you present your token

No country for old men

When they ask for heads of your old friends, it's like

Wait... what?

Not sure, how we got here

Budha please, how do I get outta here?

But sir, but sir, they're my bruhs

You know, mon freres

If anyone's ever gonna fuck with my brothers

You die motherfucker

'Til the death sir, 'til I hear your last breath sir

I thought, then I said, "yes sir"

Dr. Lizard take 'em down to the basement

Chainsaw, give 'em a facelift

Penetrate his face with two spears, lift his chin up

Use the heavy-duty scissors, clips off his ears

Execute him in the chamber

Hang him up like Leatherface

With two on the meat hanger

Locks in the sock, him with a head banger

Somewhere in Kansas and Topanga

Legs tangled up, the gruesome movements

Threw the rats in the sewer, amputate they elbows

Shoulder blades, hold them up like a renegade

Let 'em drink venomaide

To the serenade

Young warriors get they heads shaved

The ritual's on the month of May

Sever heads with a pitchfork, like I'm picking up steak

The cannibal people ain't safe

The bodies taken out different ways

Hands in the brief case

Drop 'em off on the freeway

Your mind on the side of the road for three days

Covered in ants and maggots

Dr. Lizard ain't do this in a denim jacket