Bullet Catcher

[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