CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : The Stupendium
SCOUT:
Watch out! The scout's out and about
Running around, bringing bonks right down on your scalp
Do you even know who you're talking to here?
I'm a streak of greased lightning, keep fighting for years
I'm a stunner, number one run and gunner
My beats bring the heat 'cause I'm a sweet double jumper
Your finger’s on the trigger but before you get to pull it
I'll take a sip of fizz and go whizzing past your bullets
I'm on it like a rocket on a course to freakin' pound ya
Call me Super-Sonic 'cause I'm running rings around ya
I'm a dab hand with a sandman
I'm the baddest in the badlands
I'm a speed freak on a kill streak
See a blur and then it's bang bang
DEMO:
I'm the Dеmo! Explosions are my M.O
Tyrant from the highlands getting violеnt on the bellows
The only thing more volatile than me would be my ammo
I'll leave you blown to pieces while my piece is screaming blammo
Did this have whisky in or was it nitroglycerine?
I'll find out on the way out if I'm spouting flaming p*ss again
'Cause if I live another day my liver might go anyway
And I'd rather go in glory so in war I won't be giving in
I suffer for my art
I've got sulphur on the heart
This tartan Spartan's gonna tear you apart
Fire shots at the Cyclops, it never ends well
Oh, they're gonna have to glue you back together in hell
Watch out! The scout's out and about
Running around, bringing bonks right down on your scalp
Do you even know who you're talking to here?
I'm a streak of greased lightning, keep fighting for years
I'm a stunner, number one run and gunner
My beats bring the heat 'cause I'm a sweet double jumper
Your finger’s on the trigger but before you get to pull it
I'll take a sip of fizz and go whizzing past your bullets
I'm on it like a rocket on a course to freakin' pound ya
Call me Super-Sonic 'cause I'm running rings around ya
I'm a dab hand with a sandman
I'm the baddest in the badlands
I'm a speed freak on a kill streak
See a blur and then it's bang bang
DEMO:
I'm the Dеmo! Explosions are my M.O
Tyrant from the highlands getting violеnt on the bellows
The only thing more volatile than me would be my ammo
I'll leave you blown to pieces while my piece is screaming blammo
Did this have whisky in or was it nitroglycerine?
I'll find out on the way out if I'm spouting flaming p*ss again
'Cause if I live another day my liver might go anyway
And I'd rather go in glory so in war I won't be giving in
I suffer for my art
I've got sulphur on the heart
This tartan Spartan's gonna tear you apart
Fire shots at the Cyclops, it never ends well
Oh, they're gonna have to glue you back together in hell
