All rights reserved. Copyright © 2026 suno.com/@asukachatmusic Pig Cops in riot gear, snouts in the dark Badge on the chest, slaughter in the heart EDF squawking like it’s breaking news I don’t do briefings I do bruise Octabrain drifting, smug in the air I swat it down like it shouldn’t be there Robots stomping, factory breath I leave them scattered, bolts and death Hail To The King, Baby Door kicks, grin stays You picked the wrong city For your ugly parade Dr. Proton playing god with wires Building nightmares for cheap desires You’re not a mastermind, you’re a stain I wipe you off the floor again Battlelord posing like a statue I turn that confidence into shrapnel Pig Cops rush, squeal talk tough They drop quick not built for rough Hail To The King, Baby Same voice, same bite Aliens keep learning I don’t lose fights Shelly says Duke, this place is crawling Yeah that’s the point, I like them falling Cycloid rolling, heavy patrol I crack its shell, take control EDF wants medals, speeches, praise I want silence in their maze Queen’s up there thinking she’s untouchable I make the throne look uncomfortable Pig Cops cornered, panic in their throats All that swagger turns to broken notes This isn’t a war plan, it’s a purge I don’t surge I splurge Hail To The King, Baby No script, no charm Just Duke Nukem And extended harm Damn, those alien bastards are gonna pay for shooting up my ride! That’s not a line that’s law Machines screaming. Walls shaking. They brought an army. I brought me. It’s time to kick ass and chew bubblegum, and I’m all out of gum! So step up Hail To The King, Baby Last thing you hear Pig Cops, bots, aliens None of you clear EDF can sweep the wreckage. I’m already walking.
