Mystikal - Round Out The 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 you
Me that's who

[Chorus X 2]

I'm the "wee" 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 probe unsupported,
I'm "doom doom doom" three round burst
sleeping bag in this freezing weather
I'm the fragmentation vest for shrapnel and flying metal
I'm the auto on the fire selector
I'm the thousand shells bouncing off the brass deflector
squeeze the trigger center mass, when it's time to take aim,
I'm the "waahhhaa" fool when they ricochetin down range,
creep and heatseekin and keeping my target
I'm the biological threat you don't wanna go to war wit
listen hear I make your fucking bread where you live at
I'm almost there, one click away from yo Bivouac
flashbangs, highly illuminated
this is operation so fuck all my destination

[Chorus X 2]

Ha, I'm all your rank and ribbons strips and brass and decorations
I'm that fucking hole in the earth after detonation
C 130 Airborn soldiers coming from the sky
Mechanized ground troops rollin just like HEMTT Tires
I think in aromas so save ya breath
if I don't get you with the rifle I'm a catch you with my bayonet
I roll with M1's, Tow's and Howitzers
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 disciplined
twelve bravo run you out the foxhole
make it to the 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 gonna run from the round out the tank

[Chorus X 4]