Im rockin camo, got a Glock and ammo
Im a known vet, I bet you’ll regret, starting this battle here
friends and foes are dying crying beside us
The smell is like gingivitis the floor is covered in bloody tears
ill grab a musket and stab a fucker im savage
Im ravaging troops shooting from roof tops we broke the truce
I heard his hooves move, I slid up on this dude smooth
said never mind the shotty, fam, then got him with a deuce deuce
Brain rattled from the ricochet, im felling pumped up as fuck
From the bump I cut from the brick of yay
you just an actor matter of fact - you nick lachey
So drop the mic, we firefight with sticks so put the fist away
Shooting ops like paparazzi
shooting ops like our grand pops would do back in the day when they were popping nazis
Rip the swazi from the shoulder cuff then fold em up
Bold as fuck they’d put em in the dirt after they robbed the body
Your background in karate it doesn’t matter
cuz anybody could splatter your bladder across the pavement
Helmet strapped got ammo stocked in my rucksack
they sending shots but my pocket rocket will fucking buck back
[Scratch hook by D-Rec]
(Verse 2)
reborn from fire, you fuckers need to retire
cuz the beast that I’ve been turned in to could kill a fucking yeti
Swing a maze got razorblades and machetes
Whatever happens I’m ready, no chill, I feel my words could kill
murdering henchmen, I got my teeth clenched In
Holding grenade pins, sinning, looking for vengeance
Im the trenches. serving a sentence,
Demented beings, im fleeing the scene with my co-defendants
Not co-dependent but when it comes to this art
you know the saying is true that the sum greater than its parts
The war Is on and I am a soldier,
bolder than most of the other soldiers,
im known for throwing a quick dart
ill rip apart any goon of the opposition
The mission of my platoon is the crush em right at the start (blah)
Y’all got no heart, yet still I feel im a spill ‘em
ive been banned from bars, cuz the owners heard that I kill em
[hook]
(Verse 3)
Im in a tank w a flak jacket blasting at ya
Gave the call to kill em all they shooting fools im pulling rank
Im like a landlord deep within a sandstorm
The Enemies about to get evicted cuz we got em flanked
Medic needed we proceeded with a lot of dead bodies
leave em rotting some were disconnected from the head
Tears shedding from the visions ‘fore I went to bed
Awaken from a nightmare fuckers know I do not fight
fair Enough we ran out of ammo and so we squaring up
im nasty with the fists, bitch, so im a tear em up
I stayed offensive and led cadet to his death
He tried to counter attack which led to snapping his fucking neck
And now im shellshocked, wrecked, but I collect a check
Harley riding, chilling, but still thinking of killing Charlie
Shit was gnarly I was a killa for rilla
yall fellas owe me a debt Im a Vet in a rap army
Code Nine and Purpose team up as a Tragic Allies offshoot. This album melds Mesopotamian earthliness and heavenly wistfulness and the result is grimy but glorious. Wesley
