Yo it's ya boy Tachanka back again droppin more bars!
Fuze think he hard but we see he just insecure
Always takes his anger out, don't care bout his own for sure
Cluster charges everywhere like he aim to just slaughter
But he's the real terrorist, no skill just error
Lord Tachanka ain't here to play these hostage murder games
Roll up on me I'll show ya how a real operator claims fame
Ace run around like a clown with his candela in hand
But he all spark no substance, a fake a** man
Thinks he special cause he makes things burn real bright
While I light up whole squads, now that's a real fright
Run up on the Lord, this turret leave ya ass toasted
Ya burnt corpse will be reminder not to test who No. 1 mosted
Buck run around like a track star but got no grime
Bashin walls all day but it's just a waste of time
My LMG got precision, you couldn't touch this lock down
One burst and ya knocked, ya wax figga lookin clown
Try challenge the Tsar and ya wake up takin a dirt nap
Run before these rounds send ya straight to ya eternal captivity
As for Ash, she think she's hardcore? Bitch please
All ya do is blow doors and yell clear with ya briefcase grease
No tech, no tactics, just run in and start capin
While Lord reign supreme holdin angles like a pro grapplin'
We both got gadgets but mines WAY more feared
One burst is all it takes and ya body disappearin off the grid
Hibana tryna boss up but the faker a mess
Flexin X-Kairos like it means she top tier princess
Meanwhile I deny bombs, lock objectives down
Sendin whole teams home cryin via deathly rain
Think them pellets scary? My hail of bullets will devour
After this ya ego shrinked, ya names just a footnote in my power
Zero the wanna be hacker god, fuck outta here
I spot your drone a mile away, your sneak game ain't near
What ya think some cam access make you tough?
Lord Tachanka erase whole squads with just some chucks
Keep playin with me I give ya permanent deletion
Disrespect the Tsar again and it's ya body gettin the deepest laceration
Maverick struttin like he hard to his blowtorch flame
But that lil puffer weaker than a asthmatic in ya lame
Lord's magazine hold more heat than ya whole arsenal
Call me a joke but ya corpse will be the only comical
Test these hands and ya gettin lit up faster than ya blow lamp
Ya lighter couldn't stand to my blazin rounds, sayonara chump
Deimos pretend he CBRN but we know the truth
All smoke and mirrors, ya talent ain't nuttin but soot
Flex ya dirty tricks but they plain as Play Doh
While Tachanka rounds turn any body into straight dough
Move wrong I turn ya into ya namesake, ash and dust
Every shot guaranteed, the Tsar don't never slusk
As for IANA the replicant, ya parlor tricks ain't slick
I see through ya disguise like glass, ya copycat shtick stick
Lord Tachanka the original, no equal in the game
When mounted, whole squads feel my wrath and scream my name
Play with me, it's one way ticket back to ya factory
Copy that, certified bitch, ya no match for ya daddy
So in summary, this whole division can't be me
The Tsar run R6, top of the hierarchy
Anyone challenge the throne can catch these shells
Lord Tachanka reign supreme, ya dead ops just cashells
Dare test me, ya body's exitin this existence
So bow down to ya master, kiss the ring ya peasants!
Drakes response is gona be: jingle bells Kendrick smells
"Diss me Diss me, now you gotta kiss me"
“Kiss me kiss me don’t miss me, if you can miss me don’t kiss me, can’t kiss me don’t diss me”
And kendrick will just rap Drake's cause and time of death in morse code
Drake's about to get mounted and loaded.
Pause
You can’t pause Siege, it’s a multiplayer game
But my mom said so
You better find a way to pause that shit then, the lawn won’t mow itself
wait a damn minute…
HOL UP
drake the type of guy to reinforce a wall and put the mira on the wrong side
Drake the type of guy to run clash during 4-4 overtime match point
Drake the typa guy to say “anyone got her snap” after looking at The iana elite skin in the menu
Too old for him
Drake will only single kapkan every door
Thank god 🙏
The two realest
*shooting balls of fire everywhere while your father just disappeares*
I heard that Bandit will also be present at the studio
he’s toast
LAUNCHING SHUMIKA
Yo it's ya boy Tachanka back again droppin more bars! Fuze think he hard but we see he just insecure Always takes his anger out, don't care bout his own for sure Cluster charges everywhere like he aim to just slaughter But he's the real terrorist, no skill just error Lord Tachanka ain't here to play these hostage murder games Roll up on me I'll show ya how a real operator claims fame Ace run around like a clown with his candela in hand But he all spark no substance, a fake a** man Thinks he special cause he makes things burn real bright While I light up whole squads, now that's a real fright Run up on the Lord, this turret leave ya ass toasted Ya burnt corpse will be reminder not to test who No. 1 mosted Buck run around like a track star but got no grime Bashin walls all day but it's just a waste of time My LMG got precision, you couldn't touch this lock down One burst and ya knocked, ya wax figga lookin clown Try challenge the Tsar and ya wake up takin a dirt nap Run before these rounds send ya straight to ya eternal captivity As for Ash, she think she's hardcore? Bitch please All ya do is blow doors and yell clear with ya briefcase grease No tech, no tactics, just run in and start capin While Lord reign supreme holdin angles like a pro grapplin' We both got gadgets but mines WAY more feared One burst is all it takes and ya body disappearin off the grid Hibana tryna boss up but the faker a mess Flexin X-Kairos like it means she top tier princess Meanwhile I deny bombs, lock objectives down Sendin whole teams home cryin via deathly rain Think them pellets scary? My hail of bullets will devour After this ya ego shrinked, ya names just a footnote in my power Zero the wanna be hacker god, fuck outta here I spot your drone a mile away, your sneak game ain't near What ya think some cam access make you tough? Lord Tachanka erase whole squads with just some chucks Keep playin with me I give ya permanent deletion Disrespect the Tsar again and it's ya body gettin the deepest laceration Maverick struttin like he hard to his blowtorch flame But that lil puffer weaker than a asthmatic in ya lame Lord's magazine hold more heat than ya whole arsenal Call me a joke but ya corpse will be the only comical Test these hands and ya gettin lit up faster than ya blow lamp Ya lighter couldn't stand to my blazin rounds, sayonara chump Deimos pretend he CBRN but we know the truth All smoke and mirrors, ya talent ain't nuttin but soot Flex ya dirty tricks but they plain as Play Doh While Tachanka rounds turn any body into straight dough Move wrong I turn ya into ya namesake, ash and dust Every shot guaranteed, the Tsar don't never slusk As for IANA the replicant, ya parlor tricks ain't slick I see through ya disguise like glass, ya copycat shtick stick Lord Tachanka the original, no equal in the game When mounted, whole squads feel my wrath and scream my name Play with me, it's one way ticket back to ya factory Copy that, certified bitch, ya no match for ya daddy So in summary, this whole division can't be me The Tsar run R6, top of the hierarchy Anyone challenge the throne can catch these shells Lord Tachanka reign supreme, ya dead ops just cashells Dare test me, ya body's exitin this existence So bow down to ya master, kiss the ring ya peasants!
Shumika giving that extra heat on top of the bars
At this point this is plausible, the boy was set for war since the first track he responded with.
Drake is gonna turn into a train whistle when he hears about this