Mgs4 Rap File [FAST]

"What? Why?"

"This is good... isn't it?"

"Laughing Octopus cryin' on the inside, we alike / Raging Raven in the sky, I'm too tired to fight / Crying Wolf in the snow, sniper wolf déjà vu / Vamp flippin' on the ceiling, what that neck taste like? Pfft, screw you." mgs4 rap file

"Octo-camo on my back, blendin' with the sorrow / Drebin says 'buy more,' I tell him, 'borrow, borrow, borrow' / Raiden rollin' with a sword, no jaw, all edge / I'm old, I'm gray, one more cigarette on the ledge."

Snake lights a cigarette. The smoke curls toward a cracked ceiling. "Because if I go into that microwave tunnel humming that beat, I'm gonna laugh. And if I laugh, I die." Pfft, screw you

"Snake? Snake! SNAAAAAKE!"

"Otacon sent it," Dez grunts, wiping rain off his goggles. "Says it's a 'psychological operations file.' Codec's too risky." And if I laugh, I die

Snake plugs the device into his ear. A dusty, compressed beat drops—a loop of helicopter rotors and gunfire syncopated to a wobbling 808.