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Ana Conda

 

Ana Conda

(アルバム: Generation Gaming XXIII: Breakfast At Limmy's - 2021)


Ana and her rifle
Damn that's quite an eyeful
Ana and her rifle
Unarmoured and unrivaled
Ana and her rifle
You're enamoured on arrival
Never trying to be spiteful
Merely ending any sights that are vital
She's a violent killer, but she isn't homicidal
Mindful enough to fill your mind full of spinal
Fluid, so your final time's quite insightful
So follow the light just in time for arrival
In the afterlife no surviving the cycle
Like putting trifle on a forty five vinyl
That's what you might call a no brainer
Shade of a long ranger with laser
Precision, but hitting with the collison of a hit from Joe Frazier
This middle aged woman just isn't a home maker
The kind of mother you won't find in the kitchen
She'll find cover and stalk like an Egyptian
Her eye's covered, but don't mind her vision
Should've retired, but there's no final mission for
Ana and her rifle
Honour on her title
Ana and her rifle
What are you going to die for?
By dawn you'll be praying for another nightfall
Come on, that's kinda quite cool

Go to sleep, don't make a peep
Go to sleep, she'll drug your tea
Close your eyes, don't cry, don't cry
Close your eyes, it's time to (die) sleep

Mother, sniper, hero, saviour
Butcher, baker, Widow Maker
Wouldn't even let a bullet to the face break her
By the way just let me check no one's got a pace maker
Sleep darts aren't for the weak hearted
Can't sing a lullaby for your dearly departed
You're nearly an article in the obituaries
But you're kind of like the lead 'cause you're getting buried
Cherry picking, better check this for bias
I'm giving a single perspective like her eye is
Lived a shadow life as vigilante shrike
It was clandestine, hidden classified
'Til she got sick of it, being romanticised
And decided she was ditching the damn disguise
How can these fools assert she's past it?
Nah, she's just an Old Dirty Bastet

Go to sleep, don't make a peep
Go to sleep, she'll drug your tea
Close your eyes, don't cry, don't cry
Close your eyes, it's time to (die) sleep

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