Time to Operate

Lyrics

[Intro: Skullkruncher13] I had you from the jump And now I got the drop on all of you But if you help me keep my income up I would be pleased to relieve you of all your loot [Verse 1: Skullkruncher13] I see a lot of chutes opened up, so I'm gonna cut some Pluck 'em from the sky like I'm playin' Duck Hunt Just like my dinner plate, ain't finished 'til you're all done This'll be easy, Hot Cross Buns I'm comin' for your wallets, y'all had better clutch them I can hear your heart drummin' like percussion Use your heads and keep your tails tucked, run 'Cause the next thing I'm gunnin' for is your trust fund I don't mean to cause offence to any bank tellers But I'm about to make withdrawals on these lame fellas Best invest your cash, or I'm gonna take hella Fat stacks out your stash, then I'll make it rain, jealous? My squad gettin' so sweaty that you may smell us Throw on a gas mask and prepare your painkillers We got our senses sharpened, these Helens ain't Kellers Skip the Gulag, I'll send you straight to your grave, fellas I rate myself a ten, I make 'em thirsty But I don't need a res', I pick myself up, I'm perky Rollin' in your dough, overflowin' from my purse, see? I'll call you sugar daddy as I slay you with a curtsy [Chorus: Skullkruncher13] Nobody's stoppin' us, and trust me, I don't compensate I'm not a doctor, but right now it's time to operate Get comfortable, embrace the pain You want it all? Then take your aim When duty's callin' us, we know it's time to operate [Verse 2: Skullkruncher13] I have the high ground, this ain't your sky to walk I hope you know when to pull out if you fly in hot Hands off my crate, fool, if you try to cop it I'll break your plates like a bull in a china shop My aim is steady and I'm lovin' the feel You better get runnin' from me, 'cause I'm gunnin' Galil And when I'm threatened by enemies nearby, I do it my way Kill 'em with kindness if kindness is an MP5K I'm ridin' dirty, my arsenal is stacked Don't need a PhD to fly, no disrespect Flight attendants, prepare to land on some heads No operator left behind, unless they're dead I'll sit you on your bottom like my dog when he's a bad boy Drag your ass around like you're tryin' to pop a hemorrhoid (Ow) Blood drunk maniac, always takin' long shots Hit the ground, roll camera for the montage [Verse 3: Thick44] 150 on the plane, they don't know that I've been here before Funeral arrangements being made, say a prayer for 'em Crack you out the sky and let you know just what my name is Hey there, welcome to the jungle, baby, we got fun and games I don't need loadouts, don't need Ghost, tell everybody where I'm at Ain't buyin' nothin', win a round with fifty thousand in my hand I'm a stone-cold champion, snipe you out the heli AX-50 Cal round, turn your brains to confetti [Bridge: Skullkruncher13] I'm not a pickup artist, but I got your number Your duty's callin' from a coffin six feet under My only sin is greed, but from grace I won't fall Where you see a kill feed, I only see role call [Chorus: Skullkruncher13] Nobody's stoppin' us, and trust me, I don't compensate I'm not a doctor, but right now it's time to operate Get comfortable, embrace the pain You want it all? Then take your aim When duty's callin' us, we know it's time to operate [Outro: Skullkruncher13] It's everybody's dream to conquer everything Don't stop at all 'til you've got it all