Lady Death Lyrics

Bj Blazkowicz the way I'm shooting

Know some Yugos with the surplus sir please bring the loot in

Baba Yaga in her hut oh I'll stay cooking up

All these children wanna play with me I've had enough

Fuck it put my counter up

Vodka tonic with no tonic need a bigger glass

Make sure that shit Polish or I might just have to beat ya ass

I'm stingy bout my spirits I prefer em with a Slavic crass

The type that get you blacked out just to wake you up in time for mass

If you cry bout blood and soil then I'll put you in the dirt

When it comes to chuds and royals then I'm good to put in work

I drain your life out like a Lich

Czech-made the clip with a pistol grip

Won't spare your life don't owe you shit

To talk to me best know my shtick

Or you might be surprised to see a hole where your main organ was

Cause just like Blazko I go wacko on some fascists son

If you aren't ready for the fight then best stop picking one

Pavlichenko with that rifle imma get her done

309 the top score imma beat it just to have some fun

Fuck around and find out grab a casket for another bum

I hear her Mother Nature she keep asking round

To put these silly motherfuckers right in the ground

I get the pound I smoke it down I pass around trees till their ground

I feel it now my meaning the center of being now

To crack some skulls and leave them bleeding on the sidewalk

It's how I move when you keep spilling with the side talk

Friends with chicks with dicks who will not hesitate to pop off

I fly a Trans flag when I load my sawed-off