Phonk alphabet, let the beat go on. **[Intro: Black Ops 2 Main Theme (Distorted Echoes)]** **[Verse 1: Cocaine Krueger]** You poke and prod, and your clock's gonna stop Spit a fib, lock eyes—see the abyss in my drop No clue what's brewin' beneath this shell Might be the beast stirrin', ringin' its hell-bell No motive needed, I'm surfin' the storm Locked in my vices, transformation's deformed Step in my space, I'll carve out your core Just a heads-up to steer clear, or face the lore (Like this...) **[Verse 2]** Stormin' through, unchained and ruthless Can't quit the snatch, it's my endless abyss Toss your stash and your steel, now you can't flip the script Daily grind for the green, keep the vault equipped Focus sharp, schemin' dark—no games in my grip I crave the cash, mane, skip the chit-chat trip Man, just sprayin' these souls, it's my twisted feast If I gotta erase a mark, it's peak OD release Phonk alphabet, finger on the spark, always primed to ignite Down for 187, whatever the night Six feet eternal, snatch my Smith & Wesson, lesson in the creep Body chunks fly scattered, slugs paint the scene in a weep Clash turns fatal, don't matter the plea, mane Rippin' up the bashes, chaos raw, you can't flee This ain't your vibe, gets gritty and grim, ugly deep End of talk, I unload—crack the dome, watch 'em weep Murk the badges, brain-rattlin' concussion Now you leak in the grit, phonk alphabet's trust? Pure fiction (Like this...) **[Verse 3]** Feel the slug's savage kiss Flip one out, slumped in the mist Now you're wrecked, vision blacked Numb to the core, can't react Gimme that haul, gimme the fix Numb to the core, can't react Gimme that haul, gimme the fix **[Outro: Black Ops 2 Main Theme (Fading Sirens & Echoed Gunshots)]
