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 cha

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

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

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 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

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

I'm that fucking hole in the earth after detonation

C one thirty airborne soldier coming from the sky

Recognize ground troopers rolling just like hermit tires

I think in aromas so save your breath

If I don't get cha with the rifle I'm a catch cha with my bayonette

I roll with M one's, tanks and howitzers

I'm a forty-five day forty-five night field problem

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

And when it get dark I'm noise 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 gone run from the 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 cha

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 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 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