Lyric Round Out Tha Tank

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]