We must follow Shepherd’s plan,
Or else the s**t will hit the fan.
Makarov must be found before
He can light the fuse of a Third World War.
Five years ago, lost thirty thousand men
In the blink of an eye.
The world just f***ing watched like they were zen
while my troops all burned and died.
Every fight is our fight,
What happens over here matters over there.
So many layers to what is right,
There’s no such thing as fair.
Remember, no Russian,
My elaborate scheme’s not up for discussion.
Sending a message is the start of my plan
By spilling Russian blood by America’s hand.
Revenge is like a ghost,
Takes over every man it touches.
Its thirst will not be quenched by its hosts,
Until everyone’s dead, freed from its clutches.
Now because of Shepherd’s plan,
The s**t’s really hit the fan.
Makarov must be found before,
He can profit from this Third World War.
Ramirez! Let’s kick some a**!
Gather up some ammo and start to blast.
Hammer Down is in effect,
Pop flares on the roof then hit the deck.
On tour in Brazil to find intel,
Til our mission is changed, the world goes to hell.
Search the Gulag for 641,
Turns out it’s Price, already holding a gun.
I haven’t seen the sun in 5 years,
But I haven’t gone mad, so don’t fear.
The silo doors were opened by me,
To launch a nuke to space to cause an EMP.
The healthy human mind doesn’t wake up thinking it’s its last day on Earth.
But on a s*****e mission, I think of it as a luxury, not a curse.
Now we’re fighting through the streets of the USA,
Russian paratroopers are all over the place.
Rescue VIPs as bombs hit our homeland,
At the White House, make our last stand.
Ghost! Come in, this is Price.
Do not trust Shepherd! I repeat, do not trust Shepherd!
Because of Shepherd’s plan,
The s**t’s really hit the fan.
Fooled us once, but won’t be fooled twice,
Shepherd dropped the soap, now he’ll pay the price.
