Round Out Tha Tank lyrics

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]