Round Out The Tank (Clean Version)

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 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 you ****** dread where you live at
I'm almost there click away from yo Bivouac
Flashbang, highly illuminated
This is operation **** over my destination
(Chorus X 2)
Ha, I'm all you rank and ribbons strips and brass and decorations
I'm that ***** ** hole in tha earth after detonation
C 130 airborne soldier coming from tha sky
Recognize ground troops rollin just like HEMMIT tires
I think i'ma road march 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 when 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 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 **** yo gonna run from the round out the tank
(Chorus X 4)