Mystikal - Round Out Tha Tank lyrics
[Mystikal - 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
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" 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 fuckin
Grave 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
Ha, I'm all you rank and ribbons
Strips and brass and decorations
I'm that fucking 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 fuck yo gon run from
The round out the tank
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
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" 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 fuckin
Grave 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
Ha, I'm all you rank and ribbons
Strips and brass and decorations
I'm that fucking 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 fuck yo gon run from
The round out the tank