"What? Why?"
Snake plugs the device into his ear. A dusty, compressed beat drops—a loop of helicopter rotors and gunfire syncopated to a wobbling 808. mgs4 rap file
"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." what that neck taste like? Pfft
Beat. The rapper comes back one last time: mgs4 rap file