[Verse 1] Oi, listen 'ere, you blue-skin sneaks, I’m da biggest, meanest brute on dese sector streets. You got drones in the sky? — I got choppas in packs, You got pulse rifles? — I got fists like train tracks. You call it da Greater Good — I call it runnin’ away, Hide behind ya drones while ya Ethereal pray. You talk about logic, tactics, precision… But one WAAAGH! cry got ya whole crew missin'. You sleek armour shine? — I scratch dat up, Turn ya fancy clean lines to some shredded-up muck. You try stealth, strategy, numbers, formation? — I break all dat wiv pure DAKKA temptation. [Adlibs: “WAAAGH!”, “Hit da blue gitz!”, “Rev up da trukk!”] [Pre-Chorus] See ya drones in da air? (DOWN 'EY GO!) See ya suits tryin’ flee? (SLOW 'EM DOWN!) We krump for glory, not no cause— We smash da weak, da T’au, da clowns. [Hook: Call & Response] Ork Leader: BLUE BOYZ RUN WHEN DA WAAAGH! COME! Ork Boyz (Response): RUN! RUN! RUN FROM DA BIG GREEN HUM! Ork Leader: YOU GOT TECH, BUT YA CAN'T STOP FUN! Ork Boyz: WAAAGH! WAAAGH! WAAAGH! SMASH EVERYONE! [Verse 2] You flex battlesuits thinkin’ you’re tall? Bruv, dat ain’t height — dat’s fear in da wall. I see ya big stompy robot, shiny, neat, But it still fall flat when Orks stampede. I don't need tactics — I got instinct, lad, I don't need orders — I just get REAL MAD. Your commanders whisper calm little plans? Mine yell “KRUMP IT!” and rip off limbs wiv dere hands. T’au talk UNITY? — YEAH RIGHT. I seen Fire Warriors run at da first loud fight. “Stay in formation!” you squeal and plead, But Orks thrive best when we BLEED, BLEED, BLEED. [Adlibs: “Bleed da blue gitz!”, “Tear 'em up!”, “Faster, ya gits!”] [Pre-Chorus] I see ya hiding in smoke? (CAN’T FOOL ME!) Tryna flank on da hill? (NOT QUICK ENOUGH!) We smell fear stronger dan fungus brew — We find ya lines and smash right through. [Hook: Call & Response] Ork Leader: BLUE BOYZ RUN WHEN DA WAAAGH! COME! Ork Boyz (Response): RUN! RUN! RUN FROM DA BIG GREEN HUM! Ork Leader: YOU GOT DRONES, BUT YA CAN'T OUTGUN— Ork Boyz: WAAAGH! WAAAGH! KRUMP EVERYONE! [Breakdown: Spoken Threat] Little blue gitz, listen proper… Your Greater Good ain’t lookin’ so good when da GREATER GREEN arrives. We ain’t negotiatin’. We ain’t joinin’. We ain’t learnin’ your fancy drone dance. We KRUMP. We SMASH. We TAKE your shiny loot to make LOUDER DAKKA. [Hook: Call & Response — Final] Ork Leader: BLUE BOYZ RUN WHEN DA WAAAGH! COME! Ork Boyz: RUN! RUN! RUN TILL YA TRIP AND DUMB! Ork Leader: YOU GOT CLEAN ARMOUR WE TURN TO SCUM— Ork Boyz: WAAAGH! WAAAGH! NOW SMASH SOME!
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