Text: Christofer Bengtsson (FearlessHusky) "Remember, strike first, strike hard. Show no mercy and no fear. Hail to the Three hundreds." [verse] We got a new member, in the master crew. The question pops up, whoo.......? Ingoou? No, it's the Seacucumber, a Swede not hindu. He is baldhead so he dont need shampoo. A real fucking killer is coming for you. He kick your ass like a master of Kung-Fu. He kick you harder, than a kangaroo He is hot as hell, like a meal of vindaloo. When you see him in the air, you get the stomach flu. If you try to kill him, we will: (Kill you too!) When you see him coming, what you gonna do? We are the Three hundreds, (So dial 1 1 2!) He flies with the crew, and Swedish monkeys from the zoo. He likes beer (Like the Beer!), not the homemade brew. He marks your freaking ass, like a fucking tatoo. He is the new member, (in the master crew!) [chorus] He flies with the (Mighty heroes of the threehundreds!) BeerBong and the Foxx. Hali and aussie Danger. Oldis, Hugger, captain, no we are no strangers. Juhis, Syd the kid, Jamtee, the killing ranger. When you meet us in the air, thats a life changer. You better run away, you sorry ass wanker. Hail the Three hundreds, kill you a no brainer. We have the humor, funnier than the jew Kramer. [cabaret chorus] Noman, Coffey, Nightwish and Come truce is here. Golf clan fear us, Labrats hates us, we dont care We dont care about you, treat you all the same. We see this as a Life, more than just a game. We know that useless spawn raper's are lame. We are flying for fun, still we get the fame. Bugspray got a puppy, he is really happy. We killing you in droves, you enemies are crappy. "Cucumber, Get that [cencor beep] asshole !" [solo] Hail to the threehundreds! Hail to the new members! [verse] When we meet the enemy, we shouting (Kill Kill Kill!) When you see us coming, you feel the freezing chill. We come from everywhere, from Sweden to Brazil. Finland and Australia, We are the top of the hill. Some of us are crazy, some are mentally ill. Some are good fathers, but we like: (Blood spill!) Some are good husbands, we all have free will. Our final shout will be: (Kill, Kill, Kill!). [bridge][cabaret style] His pilots getting aced, as the speed of light. When he is up in the air its (Fight, fight, fight!). And some times he forget to be nice and polite. When we fly together you will feel the fright. He never flying solo, He is easy to invite. He will go for killing, at the very first sight. When he is up in the air like a shining knight. You know now this will not: (Be an easy fight!) "Let's kill'em all!" [chorus] He flies with the Mighty heroes of (The three hundreds!) BeerBong and the Foxx. Hali and aussie Danger. Oldis, Hugger, captain, no we are no strangers. Juhis, Syd the kid, Jamtee, the killing ranger. When you meet us in the air, thats a life changer. You better run away, you sorry ass wanker. Hail the Three hundreds, kill you a no brainer. We have the humor, funnier than the jew Kramer. [atmosperic orchestral] Noman, Coffey, Nightwish and Come truce is here. Golf clan fear us, Labrats hates us, we dont care. We dont care about you, treat you all the same. We see this as a Life, more than just a game. We know that useless spawn raper's are lame. We are flying for fun, still we get the fame. Bugspray got a puppy, he is really happy. We killing you in droves, you enemies are crappy. Hail to the threehundreds! (Kill kill kill!) Hail to the new members! (Kill kill kill!)
