Lady Death

Bj Blazkowicz the way I'm shooting Know some Yugos with the surplus sir please bring the loot in Baba Yaga in her hut oh I'll stay cooking up All these children wanna play with me I've had enough F*ck it put my counter up Vodka tonic with no tonic need a bigger glass Make sure that shit Polish or I might just have to beat ya ass I'm stingy bout my spirits I prefer em with a Slavic crass The type that get you blacked out just to wake you up in time for mass If you cry bout blood and soil then I'll put you in the dirt When it comes to chuds and royals then I'm good to put in work I drain your life out like a Lich Czech-made the clip with a pistol grip Won't spare your life don't owe you shit To talk to me best know my shtick Or you might be surprised to see a hole where your main organ was Cause just like Blazko I go wacko on some fascists son If you aren't ready for the fight then best stop picking one Pavlichenko with that rifle imma get her done 309 the top score imma beat it just to have some fun F*ck around and find out grab a casket for another bum I hear her Mother Nature she keep asking round To put these silly motherfuckers right in the ground I get the pound I smoke it down I pass around trees till their ground I feel it now my meaning the center of being now To crack some skulls and leave them bleeding on the sidewalk It's how I move when you keep spilling with the side talk Friends with chicks with dicks who will not hesitate to pop off I fly a Trans flag when I load my sawed-off