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Under Attack Video (MV)




Performed By: Jay Vore
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: Jay Vore




Jay Vore - Under Attack Lyrics




I heard em coming, man I swore they was ready for me
The herd was running, damn I saw about a hunnid of em
A hunnid more, and I'm going on a killing spree
No guns, this war, bitch I'm armed up to my f*cking tee
My shirt is bloody, oh dear Mary, where's their f*cking money?
I cleansed their sins, took their win, f*ck you coming for me for?
You a bitch, why'd you wince when I knocked down my own door?
You called your friends, they all in
But they wasn't ready for me

Don't need a team
By any means
Go Rick Grimes when I'm in dying need
I'm every nightmare up in your dreams
Every time I, f*cking see you
I really need to, enemy you
The end you'll see too
No friends to me boo
They end up seen thru
Just like their dreams do
They want mines
F*ck y'all lives I

Heard em coming, man I swore they was ready for me
The herd was running, damn I saw about a hunnid of em
A hunnid more, and I'm going on a killing spree
No guns, this war, bitch I'm armed up to my f*cking tee
My shirt is bloody, oh dear Mary, where's their f*cking money?
I cleansed their sins, took their win, f*ck you coming for me for?
You a bitch, why'd you wince when I knocked down my own door?
You called your friends, they all in
But they wasn't ready for me
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I heard em coming, man I swore they was ready for me
The herd was running, damn I saw about a hunnid of em
A hunnid more, and I'm going on a killing spree
No guns, this war, bitch I'm armed up to my f*cking tee
My shirt is bloody, oh dear Mary, where's their f*cking money?
I cleansed their sins, took their win, f*ck you coming for me for?
You a bitch, why'd you wince when I knocked down my own door?
You called your friends, they all in
But they wasn't ready for me

Don't need a team
By any means
Go Rick Grimes when I'm in dying need
I'm every nightmare up in your dreams
Every time I, f*cking see you
I really need to, enemy you
The end you'll see too
No friends to me boo
They end up seen thru
Just like their dreams do
They want mines
F*ck y'all lives I

Heard em coming, man I swore they was ready for me
The herd was running, damn I saw about a hunnid of em
A hunnid more, and I'm going on a killing spree
No guns, this war, bitch I'm armed up to my f*cking tee
My shirt is bloody, oh dear Mary, where's their f*cking money?
I cleansed their sins, took their win, f*ck you coming for me for?
You a bitch, why'd you wince when I knocked down my own door?
You called your friends, they all in
But they wasn't ready for me
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Writer: Jay Vore
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