Mystikal » Round Out Tha Tank Lyrics

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 2x]

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 prone unsupported,
I'm "doom doom doom" three round burst
Sleepin bag in tha freezin weather
I'm tha fragmentation vest for shrapnel and flyin metal
I'm tha auto on tha fire selector
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 2x]

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 airborne soldier coming from tha sky
Mechanized ground troops rollin just like hemmet tires
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, tows and howitzers
I'm a 45 day 45 night field problem
I'm yo' smart book in tha live exercise begins
And when it get dark I'm noise and light 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 4x]