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Alla Xul Elu - Murder Simulator Lyrics

[Intro]
Select your character
Joe Black
Weapon of choice?
Cigarette smoke

[Verse 1: Joe Black]
One quarter, one try, (Cha-ching) all or nothin'
This shit is hardcore, one life, no pause button
From behind sneak attack, leave no man standin'
I’ve been damaged, save the ammo in my hand cannon'
Ninja gamer cyborg with a samurai sword
One track mind willin' to die for the high score
A miniboss standin' in my path, just my luck
So I double knuck, hit his ass with the uppercut
Seems he was guarding a chest, what will I find in it?
Boxing glove to my neck, took half my life with it
I'm close to dyin', but I gotta keep climbin'
Maybe hit a hollow wall and find a secret item (Score)
I don't know where the hell to go, think my helmet broke
Health is hella low, I almost fell below
Try not to wipe out, avoid the false floor
Wipe my brow and I open up the boss door
A maggot dragon standin' seven stories tall (What the fuck?)
The level's now on fire, dodgin' pieces as they fall
He was the don mega, now he dead, check the pulse
Used his fire balls as steps and cut his head the fuck off
[Chorus]
'Cause you playin' the murder simulator (Let's go)
Insert a quarter! (Okay) Select a player (Let's go)
Power up! Murder simulator!
Insert a quarter! (Okay) Select a player (Let's go)

[Interlude]
Select your character
Billy Obey
Weapon of choice?
Hand cannon

[Verse 2: Billy Obey]
The level starts off in some kind of state of emergency
Fillin' coffins, I'm offin' the first person I see
'Cause the second that I get 'em in my sights
I'm takin' their weapons, their items, and their extra lives
It seems I never miss, aim directly for the head
Which means you gettin' left for dead, I said (dias I)
All non-believers better run, Billy's got a Duck Hunt gun
And a fuckin' grudge that weighs a ton
I get all kinds of death threats, make you rage quit, homie
You so upset, like, "Man, this shit just glitched on me"
Broke your headset 'cause you were pissed, homie (Goddamn it)
Wii U, never Switch, homie
I know it hurts your soul, you're the inspiration for birth control
You come up short, odd job, I rep the odd squad
And hard scopin's for pussies, I shoot from the hip
Metal slug hits, blows your brain into eight bits
I won six games of Warzone, your girl gave me fellatio
Check the win loss and K/D ratio
Press B to make a left, press A to make a right
Either way, in this game, you finna die tonight
[Chorus]
'Cause you playin' the murder simulator (Let's go)
Insert a quarter! (Okay) Select a player (Let's go)
Power up! Murder simulator!
Insert a quarter! (Okay) Select a player (Let's go)

[Interlude]
Select your character
Lee Carver (It’s a murder)
Weapon of choice?
The dragon's fury

[Verse 3: Lee Carver]
Taekwondo combo, leave you players too concussed
You bitches try to shoot me and I'll take you back to the Genesis
Lookin' rusty, hit you with the Toasty, it's a nice trick
Uppercut, plummet, land impaled in a spike pit
It's no sweat, I got the blood code and the fists of fury
Carver king of the tourney on a spiritual journey
To avenge my father's death, punch bitches, wear a headband
Hundred hand slap, ribs crack, you're a dead man
My fists lightning M. Bison combined with Kakarot
Challenge is too great to even take your title shot
I'm the last guy, final boss, never anger this
Spamming falcon punch, smash, leave you pissin' out your pancreas
You played a violent game, and now it's time to die
Everything is fuckin' slow motion, bullet time
Everything is lookin' grim
I hear a voice from out the sky, it's sayin', "Carver, finish him!"
You're flashin' red, I'm chargin' up, it's Mortal Kombat
No runner-ups, Yoga Flame nodes, bone, flesh, and gristle
No continues left, my fists connect
Like a missile, just to blow up fuckin' pixels
Game over