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 bu*ton bashin' Cuttin', slashin' Nothin' 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 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 s** your mom I've done a ton of run and gun You've done a runner, son I run amok amongst these other Motherf**in' 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 Cla**ical Stats To satisfy my appetite If any prat'll mess with me Then he dies So blast this MP3 Like an MP5 You don't need a statistician To see I smack the rhythm With a degree of accuracy That's needed for atom splittin' That's precision When I'm rappin' 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 a** 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 a** of competition I'm a handy mix of Andy McNab and Biggie And when I smoke a f*g I don't mean that I have a ciggie Sorry for the h*mophobic 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