Aim, shoot, let em dance Separate the troops from the gangs We ain't got time on our hands You're no threat, you're just more fans Aim, shoot, let em dance Mercenaries roll up in a tank Fuck you cunt and fuck your friends You face looks fucking icky through my lens Aim, shoot, let em dance Leave em on the ground Feed em to the ants This crusade doesn't end Mercenaries, troops over gangs Aim, shoot, let em dance No one tighter except kaiser No one tighter except kaiser No one tighter except kaiser No one tighter except kaiser Mercenaries on the front Better watch your back bitch Ak spraying thru' Boutta leave you headless Deviljin got wavedash Sidestep, electrics Your bitch she gave head Even though she hates it Bitch im strida Call me sniper No one tighter Except kaiser Your friends fuck them Clout chase pog champ You talk nonsense Fuck off, god damn Mercenaries be the gang it aint hard to understand Never act like we talk slang, we want money in the bank And we pull up - shoot Boutta grab the - loot Like a hoola - hoop Spinning around - you I dont know your crew so dont come at me with that fucking gang shit Sucking dick like crazy and I didnt had to pay it May I grab a knife In a bush I hide Got you in my sight Its that soldier (76) type No one tighter except kaiser No one tighter except kaiser No one tighter except kaiser No one tighter except kaiser