Winners Take All

Parachute ratty

One bunk chord, now the air is scooped badly

Dripping out the sticks like a twig tweed hammock

Miter cut the cables for that quick, clean transit

Miser tuck the big screen panic near the business card

Ankle out of wack, painkiller debacle

Scrappy navigate the yellow corn height for the barn when the spot light swivel hard right over the farm

Post up, 3 cheers for the gimp sprint, thank you

Limp to the door, splint what he mangled

Oh yeah, I knew the percentages but the numbers were unaware of the grand finale's emphasis

And over the scent of a thousand dead dogs Agent Zip Zooka swore to pull it off, game face

Walkie-talkie squawking off his hip regarding paratrooper's 20

Tug a noise box trigger, reporting for hunting

I have landed safely

I have not received my papers

I have zero natural enemies

I don't know my location

I have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colluding

I'm calling for my orders, over

'Strap on a helmet and start shooting'

Clonopin to kill a horse, numb and blood thirsty 'til the 'uncle' spitter beg a jungle pig to hug mercy

Two 40-below shitkickers tickle the corpses

Duck, the widow maker also manufactures orphans

Manufactures ornaments, if it moves stick a fork in it

Winners take all, killers rape all coordinates

Unfortunately courted by the most tenacious guardians whose aimless nature bait a harlequin to taste the martyr skin

No semper fi, no saluter unit, soldier, the fire is more flesh than sulfur

And when the automatic jitters wiggle the ribs, I feel so alive it don't matter which bitches litter is clipped

Sun down, goggle up, canteen, gobble juice, tear gas, nozzle up

Brain buff, hostile youth, chop it up, lock a noose upon it

You will die for the glory of shit I can't put my finger on it but it's big

Big and legitimate, justify women and kiddy killer shit; iller it builds

So he is not a natural predator but could dismantle an AK-47, clean and rebuild before you could mayday brethren

Muddy gut, snake eyes

He approaches cobras with an ugly muck and bloody bowie knife clamped in the canines

Wake 'em with that blind military mechanism set to bludgeon

What is your major malfunction

I have landed safely

I have not received my papers

I have zero natural enemies

I don't know my location

I have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colluding

I'm calling for my orders, over

'Strap on a helmet and start shooting'

I shimmy up out of the foxhole, disorderly, only after having logged every cadaver accordingly

High scores keep automatons enthralled, there is no cause at all

If his perspective is merked, sneaky detective work is aborted and it's no longer whisper mode on the red alert

No bed of dirt sniper rifle peaking out the bunker

Now I'm center city looking for something to puncture

Help me up the numbers or the hero status suffers, treat the public like a tin can riddled before it plummets

But adrenaline could lead to lazy eye hassles so be missed the little boy inch the pin out the pineapple

That's funny, bumps into the steel toe, that's lovely, sum it up in 'hell no'

And just as quick as the parachute cable snipped, I was rag doll horizontal 2 limbs short of fixed

Leak a baby pool around the standard issue weaponry while fading as a blemish in civility's memory

They will step over the body for the looting, strap on a helmet and start shooting

I have landed safely

I have not received my papers

I have zero natural enemies

I don't know my location

I have no training in reconnaissance, combat or colluding

I'm calling for my orders, over

'Strap on a helmet and start shooting'

I'm calling for my orders, over

'Strap on a helmet and start shooting'