Round Out The Tank

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 you

Me that's who

[Chorus X 2]

I'm the "wee" 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 probe unsupported,

I'm "doom doom doom" three round burst

sleeping bag in this freezing weather

I'm the fragmentation vest for shrapnel and flying metal

I'm the auto on the fire selector

I'm the thousand shells bouncing off the brass deflector

squeeze the trigger center mass, when it's time to take aim,

I'm the "waahhhaa" fool when they ricochetin down range,

creep and heatseekin and keeping my target

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

listen hear I make your fucking bread where you live at

I'm almost there, one click away from yo Bivouac

flashbangs, highly illuminated

this is operation so fuck all my destination

[Chorus X 2]

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

I'm that fucking hole in the earth after detonation

C 130 Airborn soldiers coming from the sky

Mechanized ground troops rollin just like HEMTT Tires

I think in aromas so save ya breath

if I don't get you with the rifle I'm a catch you with my bayonet

I roll with M1's, Tow's and Howitzers

I'm a 45 day 45 night field problem

I'm yo' smart book when the live exercise begins

and when it get dark I'm noise and light disciplined

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 gonna run from the round out the tank

[Chorus X 4]