Lyrics

Straight outta Leeuwarden, wind cold as hell,
Polly's on the nose and we’re raisin' some hell.
We don’t knock, we don’t call,
Just slide in quiet and watch you fall.

F-35s, ghost in the sky,
By the time you blink, you're already gonna die.
Stealth-built bastards, full-on crew,
We're Dutch, we're lethal Three Two Fuckn' Two.

You can't run, can't fin’ hide,
Three Two Two comes from the dark side.
No glory, no lights, no goddamn fame,
Just Dutch fire spittin' death with no name.
We don’t scare, we fing chew,
And we’re comin’ for you — from Three Two Two.

Screamin’ death through your skies,
Next thing you know, your whole crew dies.
Polly laughs as the missiles fly,
Another motherfucker bleeds and cries.

You talk tough, we talk with steel,
Hit your base, now how’s that feel?
Your radar’s fucked, your chance is too,
Welcome to hell — signed Three Two Two.

Fifth-gen freaks, born to destroy,
Break your toys, kill your joy.
We ain’t peace, we ain’t your friends,
We write war stories with violent ends.

Polly’s wings cut through the dark,
Your world ends before it starts.
No mercy, no pause, no fucking clue,
Just a smoke trail from Three Two Two.
So pray to God or kiss your ass
'Cause when we strike, you won’t outlast.