Foot Soldiers, Songtext
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Foot Soldiers, Songtext
Ayo, Nero, you know this one?
Scratch, make believe, hop in the Jeep, avoid the creeps. Wasn′t part of the Gambino? Kill the tribe. I got obligations, this is mandatory. Stick to fucking allegories. When it rains, it pours, pours, pours. Get back on the watch, you're all six feet under. Call it tropic thunder. This is officially the last blunder. Go with the flow, hit ′em where it hurts
Send the squad, make 'em bleed. It's about the retaliation, so bear with me. I got a couple of screws loose. Gotta do to the Scrooge goose. You snooze, you lose. Now back to cruise. We don′t mean to prue, do what you gotta do. Raw foot soldiers, call ′em Lupino's finest. Make sure to address them, "Your Highness."
You′re left behind, unwind, unwind, ine, ine. The clock is ticking, get the message. We need a new out, need a new slate. Take a little boy scout, we lock the gate. Three points per bout
Scratch, make believe, hop in the Jeep, avoid the creeps. Wasn′t part of the Gambino? Kill the tribe. I got obligations, this is mandatory. Stick to fucking allegories. When it rains, it pours, pours, pours. Get back on the watch, you're all six feet under. Call it tropic thunder. This is officially the last blunder. Go with the flow, hit ′em where it hurts
Send the squad, make 'em bleed. It's about the retaliation, so bear with me. I got a couple of screws loose. Gotta do to the Scrooge goose. You snooze, you lose. Now back to cruise. We don′t mean to prue, do what you gotta do. Raw foot soldiers, call ′em Lupino's finest. Make sure to address them, "Your Highness."
You′re left behind, unwind, unwind, ine, ine. The clock is ticking, get the message. We need a new out, need a new slate. Take a little boy scout, we lock the gate. Three points per bout
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