Відео

Looks like youtube dont like too much bass and it sounds distorted here. Will reduce bass on the next one to be sure youtube dont mess up the sound again.

Let’s Go!🎉

Fresh. I’ll be waiting for more Sgt Bruno 🫡

Will be watching out for more content,,, if you’ve got some developing left to do then…. Whoa boy,,, We got a new beast in the wicked underground,, dinky cat 👌

Fuckin. Talent. Looove when I find a good new wicked shit rapper,,, who done your beat I wonder? Great writing, awesome taking a very common concept but nailing it👌. Will be watching out for more. 🫳🎤. Nuff respect from UK

The Grinch stole Christmas? Nah, I took his spot, Sergeant Bruno in your chimney, the block stays hot. Tinsel dripping blood, ornaments smashed, Holiday justice, cookies in my stash. The Grinch stole Christmas? He met his fate, Now I’m serving claws, no room to escape. Deck the halls with screams and despair, A yuletide massacre, nobody's spared. Slide down the chimney, claws out for the kill, Caught you unwrapping lies, now it's time to spill. Your greed is the gift I’ll snatch tonight, No stockings, just darkness under twinkling lights. Presents in the bag, while I prowl through the home, Wrapping bodies in ribbons, no one’s left alone. Your father got stuffed in the fireplace quick, Mama screamed, so I gave her some Christmas kicks. Candy cane shanks in the glow of the tree, Silent night? Not when you’re messing with me. Stuffing carcasses like turkeys, cold and raw, Sergeant Bruno brings justice, claws and all. The Grinch stole Christmas? Nah, I took his spot, Sergeant Bruno in your chimney, the block stays hot. Tinsel dripping blood, ornaments smashed, Holiday justice, cookies in my stash. The Grinch stole Christmas? He met his fate, Now I’m serving claws, no room to escape. Deck the halls with screams and despair, A yuletide massacre, nobody's spared. Rudolph’s nose ain't the only thing red, It’s the blood trail I’m leaving, from the gifts to the bed. Sleigh bells ring as I’m chopping them down, Elves on the shelf? Now they’re six feet underground. I turned mistletoe into weapons of war, Kissing your doom as I kick through the door. Frosty’s melting, it’s a red-snow night, Even Santa couldn’t save you from this brutal fight. Pulled the sled, stacked with souls to reap, Bruno don’t rest, even shepherds won’t sleep. Turn the page of the carols you sing, This is Bruno’s anthem, let the church bells ring. The Grinch stole Christmas? Nah, I took his spot, Sergeant Bruno in your chimney, the block stays hot. Tinsel dripping blood, ornaments smashed, Holiday justice, cookies in my stash. The Grinch stole Christmas? He met his fate, Now I’m serving claws, no room to escape. Deck the halls with screams and despair, A yuletide massacre, nobody's spared. Red velvet bows tied to hands and feet, The naughty get punished; it’s bitter, not sweet. Carols of terror, no joy to be found, Bruno’s sleigh flies with no sound. It’s not about revenge; it’s a season of truth, Exposing the rot under holiday roofs. Your greed is my beacon, your sins are the cost, And tonight, Sergeant Bruno is Santa Claus. The sleigh disappears as the dawn turns gray, Bruno’s vengeance fades, leaving ruin in his way. The morning finds silence, but remember this tale, Sergeant Bruno comes when the good hearts fail.

😮 This is tough!