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







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 tha probe of support,

I'm "doom doom doom" three round burst

sleepin bag in tha freezin weather

I'm tha fragmentation vessel 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 send tha mass when it's time to take aim,

I'm tha "waahhhaa" fool when they ricochet down range,

creeping and seeking and keep in my target

I'm tha biological threat you don't wanna go to war wit

listen hear I make your fuckin bread where you live at

I'm almost there click away from yo Bivouac

flash yo brains, highly illuminated

this is operation fuck all my destination







Ha, I'm all you rank and ribbons strips and brass and decorations

I'm that fucking hole in tha earth after detonation

C 130 episode coming from tha sky

recognize round two rollin just like hypmatize

I think in aromas so save ya breath

if I don't get cha with tha rifle I'm a catch cha with my bayonet

I roll with M1's, tote em how I would

I'm a 45 day 45 night field prep

I'm yo' smart book in tha live exercise begins

and when it get dark I'm noisy like 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 gon run from the round out the tank