Bullet Catcher

Lyrics

[Intro: Bukshot] Music to bash your skull and shoot steroids Nominate a bullet catcher, got 'em paranoid Music to bash your skull and shoot steroids Hunt, kill, search, destroy [Verse 1: Mr. Grey] I see the target, sights lock on (Sights lock on) Take calm breaths, squeeze the trigger, then it's gone (Then it's gone) Berzerker flow is scary, it's extraordinary We hide guns handpicked by the military Operation Delirium, these are your orders (Orders) Time to take up arms and storm every border (Border) Check my gun collection, yеp, I'm a hoarder Battle disorder, call mе Sergeant Slaughter (Sergeant Slaughter) This war (war) isn't for your average man This here is not your average band Team slayer, cutthroat players God mode all day fucking up the haters [Pre-Chorus: Bukshot] Music to bash your skull and shoot steroids Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run [Chorus: Mr. Grey] Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run You a bullet catcher son and I hold the gun Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run You a bullet catcher son, you're dead and you're done There's no place to run, no place to hide (You're a bullet catcher! You're a bullet catcher!) We hunt you down, it's time to die [Verse 2: Bukshot] Nuclear renter, fallout mentality Gut you like a Deathclaw, mutant calamity Warpath driven, the mission, decapitate Kneel before Zod, comply or eradicate (Or eradicate) Death android, targets come up missing (Come up missing) Rivals catch bullets, the outcome is a given (Is a given) Berzerker fear, call it superstition (Superstition) Grey and Bukshot, limited edition (Limited edition) Swamp dweller, underbelly cultist Sermons and sawed offs, preaching from the pulpit (From the pulpit) Mask off, engineering doom Guaranteed to catch a bullet, turn your label to a tomb (To a tomb) [Pre-Chorus: Bukshot] Music to bash your skull and shoot steroids Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run [Chorus: Mr. Grey] Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run You a bullet catcher son and I hold the gun Run motherfucker, run motherfucker, run You a bullet catcher son, you're dead and you're done There's no place to run, no place to hide (You're a bullet catcher! You're a bullet catcher!) We hunt you down, it's time to die