Me that`s who
Me me that`s who
Me me that`s who
I`m the round out the tank
I`m the round out the tank
I`m the round out the tank
I`m the loud blacca blacca, wacca wacca coming from
behind cha
Me that`s who
(Chorus X 2)
I`m the weee before the boom
I`m the fire in the hole coming from the tube
I`m the claymore mine sittin in the dirt
I`m the prone unsupported
I`m doom doom doom three round burst
sleepin bag in the freezin weather
I`m the fragmentation vest for shrapnel and flyin metal
I`m the auto on the fire selector
I`m the thousand shells bouncin off the brass deflector
squeeze the trigger center mass when it`s time to take aim
I`m the waahhhaa fool when they ricochet down range
creeping, heat seekin and keepin my target
I`m the biological threat you don`t wanna go to war wit
listen here I make you fuckin bleed where you live at
I`m almost there one click away from yo` bivouac
Flash bang, highly illuminated
This is operation fuck over my destination
(Chorus X 2)
Ha, I`m all you rank and ribbons strips and brass and decorations
I`m that fucking hole in the earth after detonation
C 130 airborne soldier coming from the sky
Recognize ground troopers rolling just like hemmit tires
I think in aromas so save ya breath
if I don`t get cha with the rifle I`m a catch cha with my bayonette
I roll with M1`s, tanks and howtzers
I`m a 45 day 45 night field problem
I`m yo` smart book in the live exercise begins
and when it get dark I`m noiise and light discipline
twelve bravo run you out the foxhole
make it to the 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 gon run from the round out the tank
