MY NAME IS GC13
Hi! My name is what? My name is who? My name is, GC13.
Hi! My name is huh? My name is what? My name is, GC13.
REPEAT AS CHORUS
Excuse me! Can I have the attention of the army? For one second...
Hi kids! Do you like violence? "Yeah! YEAH!"
Wanna see me frag this punks 15 Mavericks? (pronounced Mavricks) "Uh-huh!"
Wanna learn to fight like me and kill 'em exactly like I did? "Yeah! YEAH!"
Try Arm and play as farked up as Leon's mind is? "Huh?"
I game first rate, trying to get my torso straight, but I can't figure out which base I want to annihilate.
And Arm HC says, "GC13, you're an ass head!"
Uh-uh!
"You coulda been a Brawler, now you're a badass instead."
Since the beggining I've been kicking ass without help 'cuz the Arm guys suck and their units need help.
Got pissed off and nuked a guy's ass off and fragged him so bad that clone's body is still flying off.
I can beat an Arm Comm's sorry ass and smack him around meaner than a Pit Bull without food for a week and a half.
Come here bitch!
"GC13, wait a minute. What did HC Brenda ever do to you man?"
I don't give a FARK! Core sent me to piss the Arm off!
CHORUS
My training Commander wanted to frag me on Gamma 96.5 . Thanks alot ass hole, that'll be incarnation 45.
I hid my attack force with some Erasers. Chased him with some Dominators. Starbursted his ass the size of a piece of paper.
Walked in an Arm's club, had my D-gun charged up. Fragged the bartender, stuck a Peewee's arm in the tip cup.
My crap load of Reapers, laughin at bots made out of Titanium, fraggin with their plasma cannons, while the Arm's screaming, "You god damn Core scum!"
99% of my fights I'm fraggin what the hell knows who. I just found out the Arm lost in the past century or two. "So?" I always say fuck you bastards, you're still gonna die, maybe get a memorial to remember the fight after. 'Oh screw you,'
They're all gonna blow up or come out with raised hands, trying to frag 'da man and getting D-gunned like allotta spam.
This guy in the White Desert asked for my digital autograph "Dude, you really kick ass," so I sent it, 'Dear Peewee Dave, time to die, ASS HOLE!'
CHORUS
Fire away! This punk needs to be blown away! "Frag him!" GC13, don't just stand there, ANNIHILATE!
This bitch's gonna leave, he better be ready to die. I'll kill him without ceremony and bury him in ice.
Is he running or charging? I can barely decide. I just found a Defender field, dare me to fly? "Go ahead,"
All my life people were way worse than I. I ain't had a loss in years, my wins are too big to hide. "Crap..."
My Kbot muscles bulge like the Incredible Hulk. I spit when I talk, I'll shoot anything that walks. "Eat this!"
When I was green I'd get so angry I'd throw fits, "How you gonna beat me? Those Flashes ain't worth shit!"
My pattern lays awake, killing clones in its head. Got plasma proof coats on, put a nuke on their head.
I'm always steamin mad, and by the way, when you see Ta mad, "Yeah?" Tell him I kicked his ass, in this dream I had.
CHORUS
Hi! My name is what? My name is who? My name is, GC13.
Hi! My name is huh? My name is what? My name is, GC13.
REPEAT AS CHORUS
Excuse me! Can I have the attention of the army? For one second...
Hi kids! Do you like violence? "Yeah! YEAH!"
Wanna see me frag this punks 15 Mavericks? (pronounced Mavricks) "Uh-huh!"
Wanna learn to fight like me and kill 'em exactly like I did? "Yeah! YEAH!"
Try Arm and play as farked up as Leon's mind is? "Huh?"
I game first rate, trying to get my torso straight, but I can't figure out which base I want to annihilate.
And Arm HC says, "GC13, you're an ass head!"
Uh-uh!
"You coulda been a Brawler, now you're a badass instead."
Since the beggining I've been kicking ass without help 'cuz the Arm guys suck and their units need help.
Got pissed off and nuked a guy's ass off and fragged him so bad that clone's body is still flying off.
I can beat an Arm Comm's sorry ass and smack him around meaner than a Pit Bull without food for a week and a half.
Come here bitch!
"GC13, wait a minute. What did HC Brenda ever do to you man?"
I don't give a FARK! Core sent me to piss the Arm off!
CHORUS
My training Commander wanted to frag me on Gamma 96.5 . Thanks alot ass hole, that'll be incarnation 45.
I hid my attack force with some Erasers. Chased him with some Dominators. Starbursted his ass the size of a piece of paper.
Walked in an Arm's club, had my D-gun charged up. Fragged the bartender, stuck a Peewee's arm in the tip cup.
My crap load of Reapers, laughin at bots made out of Titanium, fraggin with their plasma cannons, while the Arm's screaming, "You god damn Core scum!"
99% of my fights I'm fraggin what the hell knows who. I just found out the Arm lost in the past century or two. "So?" I always say fuck you bastards, you're still gonna die, maybe get a memorial to remember the fight after. 'Oh screw you,'
They're all gonna blow up or come out with raised hands, trying to frag 'da man and getting D-gunned like allotta spam.
This guy in the White Desert asked for my digital autograph "Dude, you really kick ass," so I sent it, 'Dear Peewee Dave, time to die, ASS HOLE!'
CHORUS
Fire away! This punk needs to be blown away! "Frag him!" GC13, don't just stand there, ANNIHILATE!
This bitch's gonna leave, he better be ready to die. I'll kill him without ceremony and bury him in ice.
Is he running or charging? I can barely decide. I just found a Defender field, dare me to fly? "Go ahead,"
All my life people were way worse than I. I ain't had a loss in years, my wins are too big to hide. "Crap..."
My Kbot muscles bulge like the Incredible Hulk. I spit when I talk, I'll shoot anything that walks. "Eat this!"
When I was green I'd get so angry I'd throw fits, "How you gonna beat me? Those Flashes ain't worth shit!"
My pattern lays awake, killing clones in its head. Got plasma proof coats on, put a nuke on their head.
I'm always steamin mad, and by the way, when you see Ta mad, "Yeah?" Tell him I kicked his ass, in this dream I had.
CHORUS