Run N' Gun

Based off of battlefield and then turns to more realistic events with a twist of my imagination.

Firin’ at the squad

There is nothing to save you

I’m about to get a quad

Feed on your team, noob.

There’s a reason it’s called battlefield

Cuz you don’t run and gun

Now climb that ladder Botfield,

You should RUN!

Imma comin’ from behind,

A knife in my hand

I got cover from my ally Hind

And now we all hear your funeral band

You had walked this earth

Now you fall to the ground

You trained for this since birth

And now my team is all around

We celebrate the wins

And count our losses

We knocked 9 of your 10 pins

Now we stand here laying the funeral crosses

There will be another day

You can show your metal

But we will make you pay

But you will have to wait until

You hurt the US in a significant way.

Taking something of value

And you will be in prison eating off a tray

For the rest of your life, True!

You see your team will make the same mistake

On the next chance they get.

We will have to make the world shake

Cuz now you’re our personal pet!

You’ll be treated like hell

You can not escape

Your whole squad fell

Because you’re all fake

Your training was easy

We were trained for any terrain

Now you feel queasy

Because the US is now going to reign!

Your land is ours

Nothing belongs to your people

We won it in mere hours

Because you’re all feeble

We are very powerful.

We do what it takes to win

So that we can show we are faithful

So we don’t ruin our grenade by pulling the pin

We, the US, may be large

Our enemies have stood before

But our military is like a barge

It will cut through you and make you lore

Make you lore

Author's Note

I do not mean to offend anyone and if I did I apologize.