| Concrete, chaos
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| Rubble, ruin
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| Hellfire for your
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| Steel cocoon
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| Blindside, blastcharge
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| Thunderclap
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| Metal war hulk
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| Blown to scrap
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| Rushing this battlefield and movin' for the kill
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| Under the static eyes of snipers on the hill
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| Your iron shell pitted against my iron will, oh
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| I love the clutter and the clatter and the clank (Yeah!)
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| I’ll take on anyone regardless of their rank
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| Your engineer’s about to feel a stingin' shank cause
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| I’m comin' for your tank!
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| I’m comin' for your tank!
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| I rush straight into your warpath
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| Combustion, light up the sky
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| Think you’re so safe in your tin can
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| Get ready to fry!
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| I’m comin' for your tank
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| Motherfucker
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| I’m comin' for your tank!
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| I’m comin' for your tank, bitch!
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| I rush straight into your warpath
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| Combustion, light up the sky
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| Think you’re so safe in your tin can
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| Get ready to fry!
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| I’m comin' for your tank! |
| (Bitch)
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| I’m comin' for your tank! |