"Battle Royale" lyrics
(feat. Panther)
Hear the sound of the bells when we log on
And the boys unleash hell when there was none
Blood thirsty when the dogs put their paws on
You gon' tell the medic, put a little bit of gauze on
Put em on the battlefields where they're dead
Ain't no niggas tryin to miss what I say
Ya man's a bitch, put a purse on 'em
Gettin' wild niggas throwing red dots on 'em
I'm the general, I could be worth somethin'
My soldiers is ready to put a black hearse on 'em
Bring 'em to the wake, recommend a requiem
Then throw 'em in the pit and throw a little bit of dirt on 'em
Dirt on 'em, throw a little dirt on 'em
Trigger fingers in the air, I put a little work on 'em
Work on 'em, put a little work on 'em
Trigger finger in the air, I put a little dirt on 'em
Put a little dirt on 'em
Work on 'em, put a little work on 'em
Trigger finger in the air, I put a little dirt on 'em
Hear the sound of the bells when we log on
And the boys unleash hell when there was none
Blood thirsty when the dogs put their paws on
You gon' tell the medic, put a little bit of gauze on
Put em on the battlefields where they're dead
Ain't no niggas tryin to miss what I say
Ya man's a bitch, put a purse on 'em
Gettin' wild niggas throwing red dots on 'em
I'm the general, I could be worth somethin'
My soldiers is ready to put a black hearse on 'em
Bring 'em to the wake, recommend a requiem
Then throw 'em in the pit and throw a little bit of dirt on 'em
Stupid
Put a little dirt on 'em
Work on 'em, put a little work on 'em
Trigger finger in the air, I put a little dirt on 'em
And the boys unleash hell when there was none
Blood thirsty when the dogs put their paws on
You gon' tell the medic, put a little bit of gauze on
Put em on the battlefields where they're dead
Ain't no niggas tryin to miss what I say
Ya man's a bitch, put a purse on 'em
Gettin' wild niggas throwing red dots on 'em
I'm the general, I could be worth somethin'
My soldiers is ready to put a black hearse on 'em
Bring 'em to the wake, recommend a requiem
Then throw 'em in the pit and throw a little bit of dirt on 'em
Dirt on 'em, throw a little dirt on 'em
Trigger fingers in the air, I put a little work on 'em
Work on 'em, put a little work on 'em
Trigger finger in the air, I put a little dirt on 'em
Put a little dirt on 'em
Work on 'em, put a little work on 'em
Trigger finger in the air, I put a little dirt on 'em
Hear the sound of the bells when we log on
And the boys unleash hell when there was none
Blood thirsty when the dogs put their paws on
You gon' tell the medic, put a little bit of gauze on
Put em on the battlefields where they're dead
Ain't no niggas tryin to miss what I say
Ya man's a bitch, put a purse on 'em
Gettin' wild niggas throwing red dots on 'em
I'm the general, I could be worth somethin'
My soldiers is ready to put a black hearse on 'em
Bring 'em to the wake, recommend a requiem
Then throw 'em in the pit and throw a little bit of dirt on 'em
Stupid
Put a little dirt on 'em
Work on 'em, put a little work on 'em
Trigger finger in the air, I put a little dirt on 'em
Writer(s): John De Buck, Olivier Nguyen, Joshua Matumona, Julien Jean Germain Lignon
