MAYDAY ft. OBLIVION Lyrics

Aha shut up bitch I got a problem it's the snakes in the cut

Zombies breaking in boy I don't give a fuck

Red dots on your head so you gun get shot up

Sending out them maydays so they know I'm fucked

If your mind being crazy put your head up on the track

If I see you talking once you ain't ever talking back

Got that forty on my hip and the sights all in the bag

If you gunning for the undead then go and grab a mag

Zombies getting closer like boy I don't give a shit

Breaking down the barricades climbing on the walls

But I keep my mind steady I'm not ready for the fall

Swear this shit like round 10 it's impossible to beat but

Bitch I got a problem it's the snakes in the cut

Zombies breaking in boy I don't give a fuck

Red dots on your head so you gun get shot up

Sending out them maydays so they know I'm fucked

All these zombies got bloodlust

All my opps done turned to dust

All my hopes done turned to rust

All this pain feels like a gush

Commissions for my head I'll never die

They can aim for the head but I'll be fine

They can hit there shot but I won't flatline

I'll be fine swear I'll thrive make a milly fine dine

Feel alive we arrive to the grave yard tribe

Never die never die

Hope I make it past this road alive

Bitch I got a problem it's the snakes in the cut

Zombies breaking in boy I don't give a fuck

Red dots on your head so you gun get shot up

Sending out them maydays so they know I'm fucked

Flatlined at the start of this

Still want a hit it feels like a miss

Stole the ammunitions he's a bitch

Still not gonna be that rich

He's a snitch, still telling lies yah I'll never switch

Which which is which

Still going around with the perfect pitch

Still gonna scratch that itch

Still gonna stream live on twitch

Bro that was fucking fire

I'll be fine swear I'll thrive

Make a milly fine dine

Feel alive we arrive to the grave yard tribe

Never die never die

Hope I make it past this road alive

Bitch I got a problem it's the snakes in the cut

Zombies breaking in boy I don't give a fuck

Red dots on your head so you gun get shot up

Sending out them maydays so they know I'm fucked

Afternoon thoughts hardly feel alive

Collapse on the ground it's about five

Complaints of my sound M249

Get on the ground you bouta die

6 Bullets left don't know if I'm gonna make it

I'm the only one remaining

6 Shots to the head

6 Shells to the dome

I'm The only one left and I'll never go home

I Hope I'll clutch for the squad but it's like round 84

FUCK

You're so bad you're trash kid

You're your so fucking dog shit

I Could I Could fucking do this

What the fuck are you doing

You cant even clutch fucking game

You piece of shit mother fucker