Bitcrusher Songtext
von Art of Fighters

My soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
My soldiers, live soldiers, ready to die
My soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
Ready to ride
My soldiers ready to die

Ready to ride
My soldiers ready to die
Ready to ride
Really though, DP'z gon' let you know
Ready to ride
Ready to die
Ready to ride
My soldiers ready to die
Ready to ride
Ready to die
Ready to ride
Really though, DP'z gon' let you know


Hip (what), hop (what)
Ready to die
Hip (what), hop (what)
-chips, finna pack them clips (Woah)

Everybody know we headed for the whoa, fo sho

Everything must change nothing remains the same
The same

-chips, finna pack them clips (Woah)

One thing 'bout music, when it's real they get scared
Got us slavin' for the welfare
Aint no food, clothes, or healthcare

Boy

Hip (what), hop (what)
Ready to die
Hip (what), hop (what)
-chips, finna pack them clips (Woah)

Hip (what), hop (what)
Ready to ride, my soldiers ready to die
Hip (what), hop (what)
Ready to die
Hip (what), hop (what)

-chips, finna pack them clips (Woah)

Hop


One thing 'bout music
One thing 'bout music, when it's real they get scared
One thing 'bout music
Really though, DP'z gon' let you know

One thing 'bout music
One thing 'bout music, when it's real they get
One thing 'bout music
-chips, finna pack them clips (Woah)

-chips, finna pack them clips (Woah)