me that's who,
me me that's who,
me me that's who,
I'm tha round out tha tank,
I'm tha round out tha tank,
I'm tha round out tha tank,
I'm tha loud blacca blacca, wacca
wacca coming from behind cha
Me that's who
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I'm tha "weee" before tha "boom'
I'm tha fire in tha hole coming from tha tube
I'm tha claymore mine sittin in the dirt
I'm the prone unsupported,
I'm "doom doom doom" three round burst
sleepin bag in tha freezin weather
I'm tha fragmentation vest for shrapnel and flyin metal
I'm tha auto on tha fire select
I'm tha thousand shells bouncin off tha brass deflector
squeeze tha trigger center mass
when it's time to take aim,
I'm tha "waahhhaa" boom when they ricochet down range,
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creeping, heat seeking and keep in my target
I'm tha biological threat you don't wanna go to war wit
listen hear I'll make your fuckin grave where you live at
I'm almost there
I'm one click away from yo Bivouac
flash bang, highly illuminated
this is operation fuck all my destination
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Ha, I'm all your rank and ribbons
stripes and brass and decorations
I'm that fucking hole in tha earth after detonation
C 130 airborne soldier coming from tha sky
recognize ground troopers rollin just like HEMMIT tires
A fifty mile road march, so save ya breath
if I don't get cha with tha rifle I'm a
catch cha with my bayonet
I run with M1's, towing Howitzers
I'm a 45 day 45 night field problem
I'm tha smart book when tha live exercise begins
and when it get dark I'm noise and light discipline
twelve bravo run you out the foxhole
make it to tha bunker it ain't no survival
I'm that war vet that's combat ready
whether arctic or jungle or the middle of the desert
they try to make it when they know they can't
how the fuck yo gone run from the round out the tank
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