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

[Chorus X 2]

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

[Chorus X 2]

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

[Chorus X 4]