HALO 3

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh
Woah, yeah, yuh
1v1 me bro right now, let's go

[Chorus]
What the fuck did you say to me?
1v1 like it's Halo 3
Headshot, it’s a killing spree
Your fate it sealed, and I hid the key
You’re an oddball, don’t talk to me (talk to me)
Plasma burns in the third degree (plasma burns in the third degree)
(it's what you get if we don’t agree)
I just did a show, I got mad bucks (mad bucks)
Know you hate my songs, I don't give a fuck (give a fuck)
Projectile weapon to your skull, yeah it's tough luck
You know I'm cold and calculated, I'm a construct

[Verse 1]
Don't @ me, but the DMR is OP, low-key
I just stepped out of the armory in this brand new Mark V
I stay tactical, these trick shots impractical
Covenant Carbine to the dome, this is heresy

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah-yeah
What the fuck
Master Chief, you mind telling me what you're doing on that ship?
Sir, listening to Lone Construct

[Chorus]
What the fuck did you say to me?
1v1 like it's Halo 3
Headshot, it’s a killing spree
Your fate it sealed, and I hid the key
You’re an oddball, don’t talk to me (talk to me)
Plasma burns in the third degree (plasma burns in the third degree)
(it's what you get if we don’t agree)
I just did a show, I got mad bucks (mad bucks)
Know you hate my songs, I don't give a fuck (give a fuck)
Projectile weapon to your skull, yeah it's tough luck
You know I'm cold and calculated, I'm a construct

[Verse 2]
I'm a Jackal, shoot you across the map with a sniper
Your shit catastrophe, like a Halo game with no Bungie
You can't fuck with me, so get the fuck out my lobby
No banshee, we'll fly across with a man cannon

[Pre-Chorus]
I need to get this fucking song done right now, okay
I, I can't come up with any fucking lyrics about Halo
I can't come up with anymore Halo lyrics, fuck this
Hey, demon
The jerk store called, and they're all out of you
1v1 me bro right now, let's go

[Chorus]
What the fuck did you say to me?
1v1 like it's Halo 3
Headshot, it’s a killing spree
Your fate it sealed, and I hid the key
You’re an oddball, don’t talk to me (talk to me)
Plasma burns in the third degree (plasma burns in the third degree)
(it's what you get if we don’t agree)
I just did a show, I got mad bucks (mad bucks)
Know you hate my songs, I don't give a fuck (give a fuck)
Projectile weapon to your skull, yeah it's tough luck
You know I'm cold and calculated, I'm a construct