| Special forces, professional with a four-fifth
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| Congressional medal shit
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| Aggression will get you split
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| Avoid explosions with agility, mentally exploit the vulnerabilities of my enemy
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| Last survivor, a master diver, fastest driver, liver than MacGyver on visor
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| Aye aye sir
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| Flashbacks of blasting gats, flack jacket backpack fuck you bastard, attack
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| Guerrilla tactics, military practice, boobytrap set, get the match lit
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| Don’t get captured
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| Fuck George W on a voyage for POWs destroyed villages
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| Rubble, pillaging trouble
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| Killing children villains with submachine guns, generals drilling them
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| A grunt can’t front, there’s no where to run to
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| War hero like DeNiro in Deer Hunter
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| First Blood
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| I draw first blood, it’s over with and that’s that — ]
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| (It's over!)
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| (Nothing is over!)
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| It’s similar to Vietnam
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| (You just don’t turn it off! It wasn’t my war! You asked me and I didn’t ask
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| you! |
| Who are they to protest me, huh?)
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| I draw first blood, it’s over with and that’s that
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| (It's all in the past now.)
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| (For you!)
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| It’s similar to Vietnam
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| (For me civilian life is nothing! I was in charge of million-dollar equipment!
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| Back here I can’t even hold a job parking cars!)
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| I draw first blood, it’s over with and that’s that
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| Missing in action, I’m a get you back soon
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| Interactions like shrapnel fractions that hack limbs
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| Nam jungles holding guns in holes
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| Lungs full of smoke, shooting mongrels
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| Your son got killed, parachute down and shoot down enemies
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| Nothing cute, brutal like a barracuda frown
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| Knives, bows and arrows penetrate bone marrow
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| You’re leaking haemoglobin marinara
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| Commando send shocks like Pendo (?) bucking to kill
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| Cut up your grill like Nandos
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| Killing enemy troops, many in groups
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| Approach em like roaches
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| Ho Chi Minh trail, hit em with explosives
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| Buenos noches, no chance to live
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| Brains on the floor looking like poached eggs
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| Torturous punishment, banana clips, helicopter gunships, veteran friendship
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| I’m a get you
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| My friend is all over me! |
| I’ve got blood and everything and I’m tryin' to hold
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| him together! |
| I’m puttin'… the guy’s fuckin' insides keep coming out!
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| And nobody would help! |
| Nobody would help! |
| He’s saying, sayin' «I wanna go home!
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| I wanna go home! |
| «He keeps calling my name! |
| «I wanna go home, Johnny!
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| I wanna drive my Chevy! |
| «I said «With what? |
| I can’t find your fuckin' legs!
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| I can’t find your legs! |
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song First Blood , by - Necro. Song from the album DIE!, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп