Well, this is the story
all about how my life
got flipped-turned upside down
and if you'd like to take a minute,
There won't be much you've missed,
Ill tell you how I made the
top of Shepherd's hit-list.
In eastern Siberia, torn in chained,
in a gulag, is where I spent most of my days;
chillin' out, maxin', tied to a stool,
and gettin' beat up by a guard
who thought that he was cool,
when a couple of guys
who were fightin' spetznaz
decided it'd be a good idea to save my @$$.
I stuck a gun in Roach's face, which ticked Soap off,
who said, "You're moving out with us
to kill a guy named 'Makarov."
Task Force, yo this is BAMF:
savin' the world and fightin' off tons o' spetznaz.
Is this what the soldiers of Shepherd be livin' like?
Hmm. This might be alright!
But wait, I set off an EMP
and, boom, there goes D.C.
and now shepherd's lookin' like he's got a problem with me?
I don't think so. I'll see when I get there.
I hope they're prepared
to pay the Price of Warfare!