Countdown - Fourward, Kyza

1, 2, 3, 4, COUNTDOWN, 5, 6, 7, 8

countdown only seconds to go till your (final breath?)

the final burst is here and we’re preppin all the fireworks

stoppin every frequency from nano to the macrohertz

try and work it any other way you’ll be inside a hearse

you’ll get a shock, ONE, time when the bass is up, a lazer beam will slash you

in TWO, look how your face is cut

we play for keeps you didn’t know that this was our game, THREE times the beat

line is pumpin through your heart veins

we’re giving you the warnings, from into the FOUR corners of the world with

FIVE alive SIX shots will be the chorus

well i ain’t got a weapon, it’s sumthin i should mention, lucky number SEVEN,

the snare is a smith and wesson

the track is a monster and EIGHT everything is sure to die

but it’s more than fine cause these cats got more than NINE, lives committin

verbal murder with a pen

the slaughter is nearly here, it’s over, TEN