mystikal
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 that prone un-supported, 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).