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operation: cake boss (pt. iii) - jake hole lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
kayaköy, turkey, 8:32 a.m.
j*j*j*j*jake hole

[skit 1]
hole: gordon, jack, we’re here, i’m pulling over
johnson: mhm
ramsay: let’s do this
hole: alright, lock and load
hole: on me, watch my 6 and my cake
hole: we only got one shot at this
ramsay: i can’t wait to k!ll that wasteman
johnson: mhm
hole: sniper, get down!
ramsay: oh my days!
hole: ah, frick, i almost farted
hole: alright, let’s move to cover, quick, quick, quick
johnson: alright
hole: beanbag, do you copy?
hole: this is fatb*tt actual, we are moving in on the high value target
hole: you’re our eyes in the sky
beanbag: beanbag has a visual, proceed with caution, over and out

[verse 1]
alright
fortress built on a hill
we approaching through the field
we gon’ do ’em like, “ah, ah, ah!”
moving in on the fort (what)
packing some straps and some bone (type p**p)
break in like n0body home (type p**p)
what, huh, what (what)
extended barrels on m4s (type p**p)
headshottin’ opps in the scope (type p**p)
grappling hook with the rope (yeah)
rappelling, rappelling, we climbing the building
we’ll climb up this wall, then we’ll k!ll all the villains
ac*130 providing us vision
beanbag on the cannons, he ready for drilling
get to the top, so i start climbing over
dust off my cake, tuck my b*n*r
ramsay beside me, we’re both hardened soldiers
jack knocked the door down just using his shoulder
we needed support so we called in some friends
hundreds of buff strapped up big men
organization that’s like the u.n
“world’s men’s rear end defense”
i shoot up a flare, it’s bright and it’s green
jets moving in, helis bringing the team
we’re clearing the fort until we hear a “bang!”
right through the wall comes an enemy tank
uh, fatb*tt actual, bean, do you copy?
this tank in the way, it done stopped me
if you do this, i’ll give sloppy
fire the cannon and bomb things!
it’s beanbag, i’m manning the guns
lining the shot and i’m clenching my buns
i do it for love, i do it for fun
the tank is destroyed, got the rest on the run
building in the center, that’s the one we want
closing in around it, there’s nowhere to run
snipers on the roof, drop ’em one by one
me, gordon, jack, heading through the front
close*quarter k!lling, shotty with the gun
flashbang the room, make ’em see the sun
one, two, three, four, five, dead, now we’re done
clearing every floor, feels like there’s a ton
in the final room, i think this it
big strong jack opened up with one kick
we moving inside and we stand on big biz
a man in a mask and red hat in front sits
he been waiting, he waiting, he waiting, he been
he been
he take off his mask, i’m seeing him grin
[part ii]

[skit 2]
donovan: congratulations, jake
donovan: you know, i didn’t think you had it in ya
donovan: but you should be proud of yourself
donovan: did a good job today

[verse 2]
i kiss hole, i don’t do hickeys
b*ttplugs and other doohickeys
take off pants, i remove d*ckies
men with cake, not too picky
man here, i know too well
turning dudetopia to dudeh*ll
tryna keep the cake to himself
and huffing up all the dude smells
got neuralink inside innocents
make ’em fake straight but not into it
it’s like the worst thing that i ever heard
so mr. hole gon’ put an end to it
i should’ve known it was b.d
my ex*man with the b.d.e
yeah, ‘member back when we ended things?
he done shot my cake with a g18
[skit 3]
hole: alright, donovan
hole: chill the frick out, fricker
ramsay: you know this donut?
hole: just let me detain you, let’s get this over with
donovan: ah, oh jake
donovan: you know, it’s on me for forgetting you always wore kevlar b*ttplugs
donovan: otherwise, you wouldn’t be here today
donovan: i actually want to show off my new invention, i call it the “s*xoskeleton”
donovan: computer, activate the c*ck and ball sequence
hole: you gotta be yankin’ my nuts
donovan: try and stop me now, mr. hole

[verse 3]
he got on a mech suit, i don’t think bullets gon’ work
i went from his best dude to a dude he want on a shirt
again and again, i shot the m*10, but no, he still not hurt
and lowkey, i was stressin’, body shaking, made me twerk
bow, bow, bow, he kept throwing punches
laser beams, jumping, running, ducking
told jack and ramsay just to fall back
leave me here, not up for discussion
heading out, running in a line
donovan hit jack, uh, from behind
backshots of the bad kind
i can only hope it didn’t hit his spine
gordon picked him up, they were both gone
as for me, i didn’t have long
b.d.’s a beast with that suit on
he was too big, he was too strong
i was wore out, running out of options
b*ttcheeks needed a massaging
big steel arm hit me in the leg
no more energy just to keep dodging
he charged the laser, aimed it at my head
i’m desperate, seconds from dead
i’m on the ground, and i’m pinned down
i can’t believe i failed thick men
last resort, i hit the radio
beanbag, do you copy? let me know
lock in on my location, fire away, let it blow
k!ll me dead for the men, huh
don’t let him get away again, yeah
k!ll me dead for the men, for the thick, thick men
for the cake, let’s get it, ah
[skit 4]
beanbag: this is fatb*tt 1, following orders, weapons free
beanbag: you are a good man, jake
beanbag: i’m gonna miss you and that big ol’ scrumptious booty
beanbag: over and out

- jake hole lyrics

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