guerilla warfare

I’ll rip apart a robot with my bare hands
This ain’t like no band of brothers, I’ll see you on the broadband, like
Hold me inside your camera, It’s gon' be long time
You could be my Sarah, if this war don’t end my bloodline
And they taught me to move without thinking, I grew up with weapons inside of
my kitchen
There’s movement in distance, I won’t think to trust it, I got a turret,
my turret is lusty
I got a frag with the pin pulled halfway down the throat
Of the robot sent to kill me, I can’t trust us all
Assassins in my home and Skynet at my doorstep
There’s endorphins at the thought of cyborg turn me to contortions,
shit (into contortions)
I am not passive aggrssive, and you cannot pass me no sentnce, you menacing
circuitry
Harder to stand at attention than answer a question, I live in a state of
emergency
‘Part with my bare hands
Ain’t no band of brothers, but I’ll see you on the broadband
Hold me in here, long time
You could be my Sarah, if war, you could be my Sarah, ‘line
You stupid fucks, I’m taking you from my truck
I’m at wheel with the Bouncing Betties and throwing ‘em at ya cuts
There’s a battle in my backyard, and they’re taking it very far
Wasn’t born with a bleeding heart, but I’ll turn the oil to art, like
Barely can remember, the times where the dust was settled
Guerilla, the rocky rebel, these androids not on my level, shit
Rarely miss a measure, I’m layered, I’m under several
Of pieces of armor, metal, protect me from all they weapons, and