Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Summon the troops
Be ready to fight
Eleven and out, I'm hosting tonight
Slaughter them all
Every single brute
Lest you forget, we're here for the loot
[Chorus]
Reign supreme
Off with their fucking heads
Off with their fucking heads
Between eleven and twelve
We're personified hell
In a league of our own
Bradford Death Squadron
[Verse 2]
Commence and attack
We fight until dawn
No stopping us now, unless we respawn
Our legion of doom
No place for the weak
20s and up, this squad is on fleek
[Chorus]
Reign supreme
Off with their fucking heads
Off with their fucking heads
Between eleven and twelve
We're personified hell
In a league of our own
Bradford Death Squadron
[Outro]
No world too hard, no boss too strong
For Yorkshire's own Vietcong
Renowned masters of the trade
From Calderdale to Harrogate
The Bronté sisters would agree
We've outgrown the wool city
Written by: Jørn Kaarstad
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