Rats in the Wall
RAT!
RAT!
RAT IN THE WALLS!
ALL THAT LOOT,
NO FUCKING BALLS!
LOOT THE WOUNDED!
PICK THROUGH THE DEAD!
TOO FUCKING SCARED TO FIGHT HEAD TO HEAD!
ARC above, we’re taking heat,
You’re tucked away beneath our feet.
We burn rounds. You sit tight,
Then crawl out after the fight.
One cheap shot into our backs,
Now you’re loaded with our packs.
Never fought, just hid in fear,
Now you’re flexing stolen gear.
RAT! RAT! RAT IN THE WALLS!
ALL THAT LOOT,
NO FUCKING BALLS!
LOOT THE WOUNDED!
PICK THROUGH THE DEAD!
TOO FUCKING SCARED TO FIGHT HEAD TO HEAD!
Exit button. Cable whine.
You need my back to find your spine.
One quick burst, then you’re gone,
Half my fucking kit strapped on.
Next drop, I’m checking every door,
That cheap trick won’t work anymore.
Easy loot? You picked the wrong guy.
Peek that corner. Watch you die.
No push.
No fight. Just a thief in the night.
Cheap shot.
Same spot.
That’s all you’ve fucking got.
RAT!
RAT!
RAT IN THE WALLS!
ALL THAT LOOT,
NO FUCKING BALLS!
LOOT THE WOUNDED!
PICK THROUGH THE DEAD!
TOO FUCKING SCARED TO FIGHT HEAD TO HEAD!