The Adventures Of Duane And BrandO - Guerilla War lyrics

Stand in line for the USSO show, for sho'. Guerrilla War, we're gonna blow a f**in' hole through your stereo. (I love this country, got a flag on my coat.) Pickin' up survivors and take 'em through the jungle kickin' and screamin'. Even if it means my own life, I'm takin' one for the team'n. (Gonna jump inside this tank and blow a hole in your throat.) Suicidal bombers or somethin' man, I ain't scared of sh**. Drop a copter, tell the doctor that I'm runnin' this b**h. (See I got multiple guns goin', but I ain't died yet.) f** yeah, my brother from another mother trailin' behind me. Take a bullet for that man, so be it n***a. Finally. (Gonna bomb this co*ks**er flying by on his jet.) Let's go to war! I make Rambo look like a little b**h! I am so deadly they see me comin' and take a sh**! Leavin' it all behind to fight in the war. Gettin' the highest score possible and f**in' the who*es! Clear my throat; then co*k it back on the mountain. Oh sh** I k**ed a hostage, -1000. (Brush it off, it ain't nothin', I got huntin' to do.) Pick up the AKK, blow a hole in your face. Walk away, it's time to pay then get laid. On the draw I'm on the ball against the wall. One by one my enemies fall. (You can't even hear this part, I got a rock in my shoe.) f** yeah, I'm fightin' for this country and I'll die for the peace. They're gonna need a snow shovel to scrape your a** off the streets. (sh** I got pride on my side inside of this Indian b**h.) Me and my brother are punk-a** motherf**ers from Flint-town. Droppin' bombs on this sh**-pile, and wearin' the crown. (k** em all motherf**er and lay em dead in a ditch.) Let's go to war! I make Arnold look like a little b**h! I am so deadly they see me comin' and take a sh**! Leavin' it all behind to fight in the war. Gettin' the highest score possible and f**in' the who*es! Yeah, 2007, b**hes. [Ending 1 - Duane Diss] I make Duane look like a little b**h! (Heyyy!!) Eat a dick. [Ending 2 - BrandO Diss] I make Brandon look like a little b**h! (No, no you don't) Come on, how, how the f** you gonna come into my sh**, and f** it up? (Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!) You ain't got nothin' on me motherf- (SHUT UP! I got something for you.) Look man, look man. (Think fast.) Oww. (Eat a dick) You're lucky I had another life motherf- (Shut up!)