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COD BO: Damned Not Dead
- *=Chorus
- (0:19)
- *Click, click, pow, goes my first Sally.
- Running through the dead, cornered in a alley.
- Spreading out the lead, Slimming out the rally.
- Time to pull the best in this forsaken valley.
- Windows boarded up, doors are locked tight.
- Looking fucked up, in this eerie light.
- These bodies so corrupt, but burn so bright.
- The dead's time is up, now it's time for our fight.*
- When I come I bring the guys with me,
- no stopping the slayers now.
- They bring a one sided fight. Ya feel me?
- Locked, cocked, bullets fly and don't stop.
- Body's drops faster than obese mall cops at I Hop!
- My points rise to the top when tagged.
- When I get the vantage point, zombies get fragged like mad.
- Glad to be here, but it's really sad to see
- element 115 be used so poorly, it honestly bores me.
- Woah!
- Honestly, getting a little tipsy.
- That Tombstone really hit me,
- or was that a little revive?
- Still, no need for strife.
- I got a Bowie Knife, Quick revive, and a ole' fave' the Hades!
- When you've seen what I've seen,
- you won't stop me.
- You copy?
- Richtofen's the cause of these mobs of undead.
- So try this on instead.
- When you feel the stress,
- don't hold your breath,
- you'll soon be blessed
- with a Insta kill.
- Who needs to aim for the head?
- Woo!
- Hitting the double digits now.
- (1:26)
- *Click, click, pow, goes my first Sally.
- Running through the dead, cornered in a alley.
- Spreading out the lead, Slimming out the rally.
- Time to pull the best in this forsaken valley.
- Windows boarded up, doors are locked tight.
- Looking fucked up, in this eerie light.
- These bodies so corrupt, but burn so bright.
- The dead's time is up, now it's time for our fight.*
- Man, I sooooo got this.
- When I drop a nuke, all of the zed are unhappy.
- When I pack a punch, girls call me flashy daddy.
- Call my shot a fluke, it will get real nasty.
- When I point and shoot, I look real classy.
- I'm bound for some clips about now.
- But wait! Richie's sound for the hounds!
- Hands and feet can be bound,
- but I'll takeout these greyhounds.
- I can feel the other players hate me now.
- But their fates soon rebound in hell's playground!
- Click, click, pow, goes both my Sally's.
- Running through the dead, cornered in a alley.
- Spreading out the lead, Slimming out the rally.
- Better than the rest, just call me dandy.
- Windows tore up, doors are open wide.
- Things are looking up, in this endless fight.
- These bodies so corrupt, but die so right.
- Next round coming up, anybody got a light?
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