passing the mission brief on/ im waiting for these bastards..
ready with my side arm/ and my soundwave blaster..
preparing myself for the onslaught/ while deep in the trenches..
i gotta be one on the lines/ never with seat on the benches..
strapped up with kevlar/ no intentions of getting hit in..
armour piercing laser-guided shells/ whenever im spitting..
im ready for war/ so you better put me in the front..
cuz i'd rather get hit from behind/ than by any other one..
so bring them on man/ im tired of bragging on my self..
plus im running out of breath/ im passing to someone else..

determination...//