I'm driving a tank without a licence These mean beasts begin at like five tons It's a cypher like no other Tough mudder got you frightened You're no object Though you claim you're heavyweight like tyson Nah, sure, now let me change your mind Bye son Go away Because I say so K Ho? And stay in focus Or you'll face a plague of locusts Crusading over your terrain 'til you're run over The rain is soaking us making progress slow as a tortoise Time to revise on what our training courses taught us You're in dangerous waters So call a priest, it's actually urgent Observe the pattern emerging And learn the lesson Kaisar Franz Ferdinand didn't learn I'm a hellcat, a mashup of a panther And Samuel L Jackson in shaft with a birch gun I'm the real deal though, not just a nice actor Typecast to plough up the ground Like tractors Tanks are big Big are tanks Would you like a normal sized car? No thanks I'm a tiger you're a mouse Al up in my grill So if you don't want to be killed Then you best get out I drive a wespe You ride a vespa When I tell you to be my valentine You reply "Yes Sir!" I bet that you can't even invent a pun for hetzer Well nor can I but I don't care Cuz I am still the best at World of Tanks And it's a fact, I'm absolutely sure, man Whether you're a yank, Jap, Chinese, Frog, Russian or German I'm Churchill meets Cromwell With a dash of wolverine Smash and pulverise you into smithereens jauntily Chin up, keep a cheery demeanour Follow the covenant I'm a leaopard, you're a cheetah Without the cunning I'ma hum a lullaby, put out your lights You're out of luck, son You're an Alpha Prototype I am the goty, uh uh! I got more ram too Use it to ram you You dick, I maxed out what my contraption can do You're stuart little I'm bigger, I'm better, I'm harder too You're cruising for a bruising sport There's nothing your side can do My team are bishops Yours are weedy vicars I'm a combat cardinal conquering comet Aw bless, you peed your knickers Tanks are big Big are tanks Would you like a normal sized car? No thanks Hey, listeners Here's a fun idea Why not rewind the song And see if you can spot all 50 hidden tank names Ha Ha Great

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Ay and i still give a fuck if yo Og sleeping I can bring this music real loud in yo residence I'm tryna fill my pockets full of these presidents Im finna bring my name up bring up my relevance None of these niggas can't match cuz there ain't none better then That lil Mexican That lil boy so eloquent He pop out so elegant Them hoes all wanna hate wanna talk bout shit Cause they say i'm arrogant I ain't even gon lash out i ain't talking my shit Cause that ain't my etiquette Cuz i been stuck in my element I been feeling so excellent Im still diving in head first Y'all niggas still too hesitant We still slide to the residence We still stashing that evidence I need to spin through the reverend I needa preach my testament Cuz no i don't know no Cleo baby I don't know no Bryan Brown skin bash i'm a migo baby Hang with negroes and mayans Cause a poc what i'll always be I do that without trying Wait ay Even though niggas came from the rags You gon know where I'm dying Bread Rich I'm finna get it I'm finna run it up till my momma all across states Im finna count it up I need twenty-thousand square feet in new real estate You can try to shit on me Try to throw dirt Try to talk shit Try to hate These niggas toxic on that opp shit Cuz they been seen that we great Middle finger fuck Twelve And them blue devils that just keep tryna call the jakes We be at a protest with our fists up You don't wanna see us up the stakes You be at a protest gettin flicked up Just so you could say you showed face Damn i swear these niggas These hoes really move too fake And I peeped the track where you act political But Im knowing shit is for a bag You can try to switch the beat and talk lyrical But the shit really just a fad These niggas tap dance for the white man But I'm never goin out sad Cuz them niggas know I would rather walk For i spend the guap on a Jag Ay and i still give a fuck if yo Og sleeping I can bring this music real loud in yo residence I'm tryna fill my pockets full of these presidents Im finna bring my name up bring up my relevance None of these niggas cant match cuz there ain't none better then