Modern Warfare Lyrics
| Song | Modern Warfare |
| Artist | Dan Bull |
| Album | Generation Gaming |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dan Bull | |
| 作曲 : Professor P | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| This is for my cousin Alex | |
| Yeah | |
| Yo, I'm John "Soap" MacTavish | |
| Done loads of damage with my gun | |
| Blown up baddies | |
| And then totally vanished | |
| So keep your eyes peeled | |
| And your lips tight sealed | |
| Or you might feel | |
| The might of my riot sheild | |
| Forget Battlefield | |
| And feck the Batmobile | |
| You might as well be playing blackjack | |
| Or Track & Field | |
| Dragon slaying's aggrivating | |
| And it lacks appeal | |
| Button bashing | |
| Cutting, slashing | |
| Nothing that is real | |
| I've got the knack to wield | |
| A plethora of weapons | |
| Level up again | |
| Collect the set | |
| And come for seconds | |
| I'll kick your RSASS with an MP7 | |
| Then I'll kick your arse | |
| (ass) | |
| Send you to the heavens | |
| Yes, I'm quite divine with a Type 95 | |
| Ha! | |
| I bet you couldn't even type "95" | |
| I'm not pulling your leg | |
| I'm putting you to bed | |
| With a bullet in your head | |
| So goodbye, nighty night :) | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Ayo I'm dropping tons of songs | |
| In Cluster bombs | |
| A Tuff Gong | |
| So If I'm not your #1 | |
| Then there's something wrong | |
| Suck your mom | |
| I've done a ton of run and gun | |
| You've done a runner, son | |
| I run amok amongst these other | |
| Mother****ing chumps | |
| I'm a son of a gun | |
| You're the son of your mum | |
| There's not another that's as good | |
| Under the sun | |
| I'm | |
| More than the sum of my parts | |
| Pull you apart for fun | |
| I'll serve a server full of nerds | |
| As I'm the hardest one | |
| Between you and me | |
| I'm a UMP | |
| You're a pea shooter | |
| Doing stupid to a T | |
| I'm sure Yuri can do a free beautifully | |
| And Captain Price's tracks are nice | |
| But they lack the | |
| Fanatical | |
| Tactical | |
| Flashy | |
| Grammatical | |
| Radical | |
| Classical | |
| Stats | |
| To satisfy my appetite | |
| If any prat'll mess with me | |
| Then he dies | |
| So blast this MP3 | |
| Like an MP5 | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| You don't need a statistician | |
| To see I smack the rhythm | |
| With a degree of accuracy | |
| That's needed for atom splitting | |
| That's precision | |
| When I'm rapping about matter, fission | |
| Having a laugh with physics | |
| And still bringing cracking lyrics | |
| To challenge MacTavish to a battle | |
| Is a bad decision | |
| Masochism | |
| I'll kick your ass on any map you pick | |
| And have you wishing that you didn't | |
| Little lad, you lack the jism | |
| To come back and tackle Britain | |
| And in fact this is an actual acquisition | |
| Of Activision's rap division | |
| And Daniel's mission | |
| Is to kick the ass of competition | |
| I'm a handy mix of Andy McNab and Biggie | |
| And when I smoke a fag | |
| I don't mean that I have a ciggie | |
| Sorry for the homophobic slang | |
| But that's what happens | |
| Idiots'll thrown a frag | |
| And blow up faster | |
| Than my rapping videos | |
| Although I love kittens | |
| I'm a great softie | |
| But don't tell anybody | |
| Stay frosty |
| zuo ci : Dan Bull | |
| zuo qu : Professor P | |
| Verse 1 | |
| This is for my cousin Alex | |
| Yeah | |
| Yo, I' m John " Soap" MacTavish | |
| Done loads of damage with my gun | |
| Blown up baddies | |
| And then totally vanished | |
| So keep your eyes peeled | |
| And your lips tight sealed | |
| Or you might feel | |
| The might of my riot sheild | |
| Forget Battlefield | |
| And feck the Batmobile | |
| You might as well be playing blackjack | |
| Or Track Field | |
| Dragon slaying' s aggrivating | |
| And it lacks appeal | |
| Button bashing | |
| Cutting, slashing | |
| Nothing that is real | |
| I' ve got the knack to wield | |
| A plethora of weapons | |
| Level up again | |
| Collect the set | |
| And come for seconds | |
| I' ll kick your RSASS with an MP7 | |
| Then I' ll kick your arse | |
| ass | |
| Send you to the heavens | |
| Yes, I' m quite divine with a Type 95 | |
| Ha! | |
| I bet you couldn' t even type " 95" | |
| I' m not pulling your leg | |
| I' m putting you to bed | |
| With a bullet in your head | |
| So goodbye, nighty night : | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Ayo I' m dropping tons of songs | |
| In Cluster bombs | |
| A Tuff Gong | |
| So If I' m not your 1 | |
| Then there' s something wrong | |
| Suck your mom | |
| I' ve done a ton of run and gun | |
| You' ve done a runner, son | |
| I run amok amongst these other | |
| Mother ing chumps | |
| I' m a son of a gun | |
| You' re the son of your mum | |
| There' s not another that' s as good | |
| Under the sun | |
| I' m | |
| More than the sum of my parts | |
| Pull you apart for fun | |
| I' ll serve a server full of nerds | |
| As I' m the hardest one | |
| Between you and me | |
| I' m a UMP | |
| You' re a pea shooter | |
| Doing stupid to a T | |
| I' m sure Yuri can do a free beautifully | |
| And Captain Price' s tracks are nice | |
| But they lack the | |
| Fanatical | |
| Tactical | |
| Flashy | |
| Grammatical | |
| Radical | |
| Classical | |
| Stats | |
| To satisfy my appetite | |
| If any prat' ll mess with me | |
| Then he dies | |
| So blast this MP3 | |
| Like an MP5 | |
| Verse 3 | |
| You don' t need a statistician | |
| To see I smack the rhythm | |
| With a degree of accuracy | |
| That' s needed for atom splitting | |
| That' s precision | |
| When I' m rapping about matter, fission | |
| Having a laugh with physics | |
| And still bringing cracking lyrics | |
| To challenge MacTavish to a battle | |
| Is a bad decision | |
| Masochism | |
| I' ll kick your ass on any map you pick | |
| And have you wishing that you didn' t | |
| Little lad, you lack the jism | |
| To come back and tackle Britain | |
| And in fact this is an actual acquisition | |
| Of Activision' s rap division | |
| And Daniel' s mission | |
| Is to kick the ass of competition | |
| I' m a handy mix of Andy McNab and Biggie | |
| And when I smoke a fag | |
| I don' t mean that I have a ciggie | |
| Sorry for the homophobic slang | |
| But that' s what happens | |
| Idiots' ll thrown a frag | |
| And blow up faster | |
| Than my rapping videos | |
| Although I love kittens | |
| I' m a great softie | |
| But don' t tell anybody | |
| Stay frosty |
| zuò cí : Dan Bull | |
| zuò qǔ : Professor P | |
| Verse 1 | |
| This is for my cousin Alex | |
| Yeah | |
| Yo, I' m John " Soap" MacTavish | |
| Done loads of damage with my gun | |
| Blown up baddies | |
| And then totally vanished | |
| So keep your eyes peeled | |
| And your lips tight sealed | |
| Or you might feel | |
| The might of my riot sheild | |
| Forget Battlefield | |
| And feck the Batmobile | |
| You might as well be playing blackjack | |
| Or Track Field | |
| Dragon slaying' s aggrivating | |
| And it lacks appeal | |
| Button bashing | |
| Cutting, slashing | |
| Nothing that is real | |
| I' ve got the knack to wield | |
| A plethora of weapons | |
| Level up again | |
| Collect the set | |
| And come for seconds | |
| I' ll kick your RSASS with an MP7 | |
| Then I' ll kick your arse | |
| ass | |
| Send you to the heavens | |
| Yes, I' m quite divine with a Type 95 | |
| Ha! | |
| I bet you couldn' t even type " 95" | |
| I' m not pulling your leg | |
| I' m putting you to bed | |
| With a bullet in your head | |
| So goodbye, nighty night : | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Ayo I' m dropping tons of songs | |
| In Cluster bombs | |
| A Tuff Gong | |
| So If I' m not your 1 | |
| Then there' s something wrong | |
| Suck your mom | |
| I' ve done a ton of run and gun | |
| You' ve done a runner, son | |
| I run amok amongst these other | |
| Mother ing chumps | |
| I' m a son of a gun | |
| You' re the son of your mum | |
| There' s not another that' s as good | |
| Under the sun | |
| I' m | |
| More than the sum of my parts | |
| Pull you apart for fun | |
| I' ll serve a server full of nerds | |
| As I' m the hardest one | |
| Between you and me | |
| I' m a UMP | |
| You' re a pea shooter | |
| Doing stupid to a T | |
| I' m sure Yuri can do a free beautifully | |
| And Captain Price' s tracks are nice | |
| But they lack the | |
| Fanatical | |
| Tactical | |
| Flashy | |
| Grammatical | |
| Radical | |
| Classical | |
| Stats | |
| To satisfy my appetite | |
| If any prat' ll mess with me | |
| Then he dies | |
| So blast this MP3 | |
| Like an MP5 | |
| Verse 3 | |
| You don' t need a statistician | |
| To see I smack the rhythm | |
| With a degree of accuracy | |
| That' s needed for atom splitting | |
| That' s precision | |
| When I' m rapping about matter, fission | |
| Having a laugh with physics | |
| And still bringing cracking lyrics | |
| To challenge MacTavish to a battle | |
| Is a bad decision | |
| Masochism | |
| I' ll kick your ass on any map you pick | |
| And have you wishing that you didn' t | |
| Little lad, you lack the jism | |
| To come back and tackle Britain | |
| And in fact this is an actual acquisition | |
| Of Activision' s rap division | |
| And Daniel' s mission | |
| Is to kick the ass of competition | |
| I' m a handy mix of Andy McNab and Biggie | |
| And when I smoke a fag | |
| I don' t mean that I have a ciggie | |
| Sorry for the homophobic slang | |
| But that' s what happens | |
| Idiots' ll thrown a frag | |
| And blow up faster | |
| Than my rapping videos | |
| Although I love kittens | |
| I' m a great softie | |
| But don' t tell anybody | |
| Stay frosty |
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