What they don't know is!
The bullets, the armor, the guns, still harm ya.
The killin�, alarms ya. Blood spillin�, the trama.
The needlers, the pistols, the �nades, got fistfuls.
Thinkin�, too wishful, leavin� you, pissed off.
The plasmas, we�re throwin�, stick right on, your eye...
Four words that you stutter, are "Why won�t, you die!?"
"I�m good at this level". We�re better, you lie.
Damnation, Blood Gulch, Chill Out, Hang �Em High.
Shady�s, a sleeper, and J.G.�s, a Reaper.
Got skills with, the sniper; Cops feels with, a minor.
Lil� T, don�t shoot. �Nade in each hand, (Throws 2).
Attach to you, and your crew, not bad... for a jew.
And Prowler, waste of time, keep shootin�, nice try
He�s not too hard to kill, if he�d only just die.
Its safe, so you think, too bad, you can�t see
That Panther, is meleein�, behind you, it�s me!