KLC - Round Out Tha Tank lyrics

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 (Chorus X 2) 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 bra** deflector Squeeze the trigger center ma** when it's time to take aim I'm the "waahhhaa" boom when they ricochet down range Creeping, heat seekin and keepin my target I'm that biological threat you don't wanna go to war wit Listen here I make you f**in grave where you live at I'm almost there one click away from yo' bivouac Flash bang, highly illuminated This is operation f** over my destination (Chorus X 2) Ha, I'm all you rank and ribbons strips and bra** and decorations I'm that f**ing hole in the earth after detonation C 130 airborne soldier coming from the sky Recognize ground troopers rolling just like hemmit tires I'm fixin my road march so save ya breath If I don't get cha with the rifle I'm a catch cha with my bayonette I run with M1's, tanks and howtzers 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 discipline Twelve bravo run you out the foxhole Make it to the bunker or 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 f** yo gon run from the round out the tank