[Intro: deep voice + gun cock FX]
Yeah… what…
Pack-a-Punch the mic, son of a bitch!
[Verse 1]
Kick that door, Laumi still too cheap,
but I’m rich in blood, got kills on repeat.
Person quiet, smoke in his lung,
but his Mk 2 burst leave the whole horde done.
Klemm in pajamas, blade in frost,
slice through the night, no matter the cost.
We don’t fuck with Macchiato shit,
keep the classics lit — real perks, that’s it.
[Chorus: chant, heavy 808]
Pack-a-Punch flow — max out, reload,
round keeps climbing, beast mode, beast mode.
Pack-a-Punch flow — son of a bitch,
Ray Gun pop, let it burn, let it twitch.
[Verse 2]
Ray Gun dreams — Laumi still obsessed,
I clown that shit, but he aims with zest.
Mk 2 mine, burst clean, no cap,
headshot tally like a murder map.
Bitch, we reset or we send it raw,
guardian down, see the blood on the floor.
Three revives deep, kings of the pit,
talk that trash — we don’t fold, we don’t quit.
[Chorus: chant, louder, layered]
Pack-a-Punch flow — max out, reload,
round keeps climbing, beast mode, beast mode.
Pack-a-Punch flow — son of a bitch,
Ray Gun pop, let it burn, let it twitch.
[Bridge: whispered → screamed]
Static in my veins, rage in the drum,
reset, send, yeah — here we come.
Fuck your tier lists, fuck your clout,
Zombies forever — that’s what we’re about.
[Final Chorus: explosive, ad-libs]
Pack-a-Punch flow — max out, reload (yeah),
round keeps climbing, beast mode, beast mode (what).
Pack-a-Punch flow — son of a bitch (uh),
Ray Gun pop, let it burn, let it twitch (pow!).
[Outro: 808 rumble + gun reload FX]
click-clack… boom.