Fourth Degree (Brand Tribute) Lyrics by Badministrator
2011
Anthropomorphic armageddon, thats the best way to describe me quickly Damage sickly, instantly your wishing that your team had picked me Inflicting so much pain, full to dead without a warning Call the media cause you just found the source for global warming I got more flaming pillars than the parthenon ablaze, you'll be amazed At the way the smell of burning flesh lingers for days Today's forcast calls for brimstone and fire Raining down from on high until your entire team expires The situation dire, spit fire like a dragon with rabies I'm the reason you haven't seen smokey the bear since the 80s I'm crazy, like a walking volcano escaped an asylum A fission reaction burned though a straight jacket just to become The greatest champion ever to fight in the rift Fourth degree burns instantly turn your bones to ash like a magic trick I'm sick, your death is my serenity Won't stop until they need dental records to verify your identity [Chorus} Your world burns like Chicago in '71 The human torch, never stop until the game is done We're pushing right down mid you know it's time to run Cause in the end we'll see your Nexus blown to kingdom come I'm dropping confligrations, I stun in combinations I'm causing confrontations as your team makes accusations Wanting explanations of how brand got so fed Fireballs to the head, screen flashes red and your team is dead No blood shed, all wounds are instantly cauterized And I advise that you discuss surrender with your allies Cause it seems wise that you retire, your chances expired Forgot Billy Joel cause I'm the one who started the god damn fire I'm fed off your team, I feed off your screams No empty slots only pots inventory busting at the seams I'll haunt your dreams and terrorize your reality I'm like an unstoppable force combined with infinite lethality This is the end of days, say a prayer, confess your faults While I begin to tear apart your base with this wreckless assault That never halts, your tanks dead and next I'm coming for you With a nuke so powerful that it would mark the end of World War 2 [Chorus} Your world burns like Chicago in '71 The human torch, never stop until the game is done We're pushing right down mid you know it's time to run Cause in the end we'll see your Nexus blown to kingdom come
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