Two Special-ops grunts go round the outside
round the outside, round the outside

Two Special-ops grunts go round the outside
round the outside, round the outside

Guess whos back, back again
MC's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back,
guess who's back
Guess who's back...

I've created a monster, abandoned Cortana
To match with the flood, they want Avery our brute killer
But if you want shottys watch and I'll deliver
A little hit o' free needles from my quiver
A rocket that'll jumpstart your 'hog quicker than a shot
When you get popped at the Library
By a shotgun when your Combat form's mutating
Cuz I'm stoppen the Halo from it's activating
You waited so long it's aggrivating
But it's cracked - I blew the ship and left escaping
I know that you're not a scrub, 343,
But your flood's a problem that I'm fumigating
The UNSC won't let me sleep or let be be free so easily
They tried to shoot me down In Halo 3
But it's not reentry without me
So come on get some on my ship,
Frag that scum on my tip and empty a clip
And get ready, cuz this Spartan's aimin' it steady
I just slaughtered all your sentinels - what's up Guilty?

Now this looks like a job for me so everybody UNSC
Come join the battle with the Master Chief,
Cuz the war's so hopeless without me

Get rebellious: Truth, Mercy, and Regret
Declare it's terrorists dissin the prophets
They start thinkin that the programmers' hot-fix
Did something to the arbiter's armor and yell, "glitch!"
Your military mission don't scare me, you got a revolution -
The brutes can't carry the level
so let me fix treble and bass,
Like a fish when you're floppin when I'm kickin your
Assassination... now you've lost Mercy,
When you turned what you burned into glass did you think of me?
Well I'm back [Halo theme]
Fix a missle on ya shoot it off and then I'm gonna
Detonate it, like it was all clad in amber
The Pizz-illar of Autumn blows her reactor
It's a messed thing; I done broke your best ring
Suggesting that you need mental testing
West Wing: attention please,
All the UN leaders who invented me
With my implants, my Mjollner V
A sixth sense, Intense One-Seventeen

Now this looks like a job for me so everybody UNSC
Come join the battle with the Master Chief,
Cuz the war's so hopeless without me

I "tsk" at your tactics, I can spit the dope hit
Throwin up the plasma, stickin' the Covenant
And trip your scarabs, I drop 'em with a tackle
Worse than those little beam rifle Jackals,
And Unggoy, you can get ate by fungi,
The gravemind's a busy mushroom he's mad hungry
You can't hold me, Lekgolo's too slow,
I told you: nobody starts up a halo
Now let's go, just give me a whistle,
I'll be there with a plasma gun and a pistol
I been cool, dual-wielding your rifles
Ever since Forerunners first learned to recycle
But some guys on your ship believe
Every demon on the earth is really me
But I still see you retreating,
"Look out MC One-Seventeen!"
Well forget the squalking of Truth and Mercy
I am the last thing you ever will see,
With my Warthog M12 LRV
I use it to kill Jiralhanae (Hey!)
There's a subject that hurts
20 million angry brute elites emerge
But no matter how many try to kill me,
They can't keep up with the M.C.

Now this looks like a job for me so everybody UNSC
Come join the battle with the Master Chief,
Cuz the war's so hopeless without me

(Na na na na na, na na na na na, na na na na na, na na na na)

Grunts!