Mustard Gas
[Intro: Lil Kai$er]
Fuck britain
Fuck France
Fuck Belgium
Lil kai$er on the beat

Mustard gas
Mustard gas
Mustard gas

Central Power Gang

[Chorus: Lil Kaiser]
I'm in the trenches gettng high on some mustard gas
We’re bored as hell, wanna get it on with France
When they see the spiked helmets they gon' piss they pants
The place is full of dirt because we smoked the grass

I'm in the trenches gettng high on some mustard gas
We’re bored as hell, wanna get it on with France
When they see the spiked helmets they gon' piss they pants
The place is full of dirt because we smoked the grass
[Verse 1: Lil Kai$er]
(Yo)
The entente is gonna kiss my boot
Even though it's old and infected with trenchfoot
Call me bigfoot
Cause I'm crazy to the root
So many POWs we gonna execute
Who's gonna stop this mad brute?
Definately not the french, all of them a bunch of fruits
A pint of beer always trumps French wine
We're going through Belgium, fuck your Maginot Line
Motherfuckers don't lie to me
We don't pull up with cavalry
This a rivalry
I’m a conscripted soldier, with no salary
With no one to phathom the trenches brutality
Not talking ’bout poppies, the fields turn red
Totenkopf on my head, gold chains on my neck
The gang kinda hungry, dying for some bread
But the Fatherland calls, put the allies to bed

[Chorus: Lil Kai$er, BiG Schlieffen]
I'm in the trenches gettng high on some mustard gas
We’re bored as hell, wanna get it on with France
When they see the spiked helmets they gon' piss they pants
The place is full of dirt because we smoked the grass
I'm in the trenches gettng high on some mustard gas
We're bored as hell, wanna get it on with France
When they see the spiked helmets they gon’ piss they pants
The place is full of dirt because we smoked the grass

[Bridge: Lil Kai$er]
Mustard gas
Mustard gas
Mustard gas
Mustard gas

1916
Big Schlieffen

[Verse 2: Big Schlieffen]
Otto Bismarck is my man
Me and the boys we going to France
We wanna eat some croissant (croissant)
But we're getting mustard gas (what?)
Never go to No-Man's land (never)
Getting hit by the machine guns
Load the choppa' in his face (bra-ta-ta)
Yeah we won the naval race (yeah)
And we vibing in the trenches
Killed some innocent frenchmen (oops)
Digging holes, like mainers
Screaming 'f the Kaiser" (fuck him)
Now I want some German ham
Had a bath in the Marne (had)
Only won 5 meters
All my boots are adidas (from Dusseldorf)
But my homies gotta eat
Bobshells don't let me sleep (ugh)
I've been here for a week
Now I got PTSD (fuck)
And I'm asking for forgiveness
Cause I was minding my business
How the hell can I be fearless
They told me I'd be home by Christmas
[Pre-Chorus: BiG Sclieffen]
Bars so lit that Liege caught on fire
Sir Douglas Haig? I'll make him retire
All my homies died in the battle of the Marne
Bleeding France white like the army of the tsar
How the hell did we lose? thanks, Falkenhayn
Helmets all spiked, call me Frankenstein
Pass through Belgium, breakfast in France
Chilling in the trenches, smoking some grass
Pass through Belgium, breakfast in France
Chilling in the trenches, smoking some grass

[Chorus: Lil Kai$er]
I'm in the trenches gettng high on some mustard gas
We're bored as hell, wanna get it on with France
When they see the spiked helmets they gon' piss they pants
The place is full of dirt because we smoked the grass

I'm in the trenches gettng high on some mustard gas
We're bored as hell, wanna get it on with France
When they see the spiked helmets they gon' piss they pants
The place is full of dirt because we smoked the grass

[Outro: BiG Schlieffen]
Central Powers
Big schliefen
Lil Kai$er
Straight Outta Munich
Represent
Yeah