Round Out the Tank

Me that's who
Me that's who me
I'm the round out the tank
I'm the round out the tank

Twelve bravo run you out the foxhole
I'm the round out the tank
I'm the round out the tank
I'm yo' smart book in the live exercise begins
I'm that war vet that's combat ready
I'm the biological threat you don't wanna go to war wit
I'm the fragmentation vest for shrapnel and flyin' metal
I'm the fire in the hole, coming from the tube
Sleepin' bag in the freezin' weather
Whether arctic or jungle or the middle of the desert

Me that's who
I'm the loud blacca blacca
Me that's who me
I'm the round out the tank
Ha, I'm all you rank and ribbons strips and brass and decorations
Me that's who me
I'm almost there one click away from yo' bivouac
Creeping, heat seekin' and keepin' my target
I'm the claymore mine sittin' in the dirt
I'm the loud blacca blacca
I'm the loud blacca blacca
Wacca wacca coming from behind cha
Me that's who

Wacca wacca coming from behind cha
Me that's who me

Me that's who me
How the fuck yo gone run from the round out the tank
Wacca wacca coming from behind cha
I'm the loud blacca blacca
Wacca wacca coming from behind cha
I'm the auto on the fire selector
I'm the prone unsupported
Me that's who
Listen here, I make you fuckin' bleed where you live at
Me that's who me
I'm the round out the tank
I'm the round out the tank
Me that's who
I'm the round out the tank
Me that's who me
Wacca wacca coming from behind cha
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
I roll with M one's, tanks and howitzers
I'm the round out the tank
Me that's who me
Flash bang, highly illuminated
I'm the loud blacca blacca
I'm the round out the tank
Me that's who me
I'm the "Waahhhaa" fool, when they ricochet down range
I'm a forty-five day forty-five night field problem
Wacca wacca coming from behind cha

I'm the round out the tank
Me that's who
I'm the round out the tank
I'm the round out the tank
And when it get dark I'm noise and light discipline
Wacca wacca coming from behind cha
Me that's who me
Make it to the bunker it ain't no survival
I'm the loud blacca blacca
I'm the round out the tank
I'm the thousand shells bouncin' off the brass deflector
Me that's who me
If I don't get cha with the rifle I'm a catch cha with my bayonette
Me that's who
Me that's who me
I'm the loud blacca blacca
Squeeze the trigger center mass when it's time to take aim
I'm the "Weee" before the "Boom"
I'm the round out the tank
I'm the round out the tank
I'm the round out the tank
Me that's who me
This is operation, fuck over my destination
Me that's who
I'm the round out the tank
Me that's who me
I'm that fucking hole in the earth after detonation
C one thirty airborne soldier coming from the sky
I'm the round out the tank
I'm the round out the tank
I think in aromas so save your breath
I'm the round out the tank
Recognize ground troopers rolling just like hermit tires
I'm "Doom doom doom" three round burst
They try to make it when they know they can't