The Price

(blood in my area, in my eyes, on my face, in the dirt, thickening the air...

 

the price... the price of war, yeah the price... the price of war... i will pull the trigger)...

 

Im only here cuz i am delegant, and you know that i am elegant, here on the field im in my element, how was that even relevant? Ok tough guy get in the front if you so intelligent, families wait for the soldiers to return home so don't be arrogant, careful before you get some place delicate, we the badass of the ground, and of sorts an experiment, going through development, the death we bring is evident, wont give them, sentiment, we like a platoon, called a regiment, blow em up and make them sediment, no threat is to eminent, for a normal group this would be to impediment, we cold blooded killers, we will show no benevolance…

 

On the battlefield…we earn something that would appeal…what we went through was an ordeal…we pushed until the enemy would yield…no protection and no shield…here in the battlefield…

 

All the death is a price to pay, i coulda died but uh no way, we only here to keep em away, and we don't mess around no we don't play, hunting in the night but killing in the day, left our family and here we stay, blood everywhere like it’s on display, shoot em down don't hesitate, keep on moving no delay, have the plan, an array, rotting meat does decay, pointing guns at point blank, tell em to get down and hope they obey, remember to shoot in fashion and do not spray, listen to orders soldier don't disobey, if you do get shot cuz you’ll betray, to our dismay, we are trained, can't fall into disarray, drivin round in a chevrolet, we won the battle hit rewind, and replay, death took many, see the bodies, here they lay…

 

Death is an overstatement, what is wrong with people, why they hatin? Shoot him non-lethal in the leg then tackle him down to the pavement, what you say is overstated, and some words are overrated, listen to my lyrics, find the connotations, this guy got major talent, but he so gallant, got him balanced, file a patent, sleep on a pallet, but we are valiant, now down to the bank we make a payment, on the road a man keeps screaming, with exaggeration, call your agent, state your statement, now now don't overstate it…

 

On the battlefield…we earn something that would appeal…what we went through was an ordeal…we pushed until the enemy would yield…no protection and no shield…here in the battlefield…

 

On the field, death and blood, surging through, like a flood, turnin dirt, into mud, body plus ground, makes a thud, watch your head, watch it bud, move along, ina scud, through it out, issa dud, bitch talks clean, like “oh crud”, fuck the clean don't make me mad, or be judged, knock him down, leave him stunned, beat him up, he succumbed, put a clip in em, he been drugged, on the head, he’s been clubbed, in the bushes, he was mugged, if your shot by shotgun, its called slugged, death wants you, trust your gut, now pay the price, no refund…

On the battlefield…we earn something that would appeal…what we went through was an ordeal…we pushed until the enemy would yield…no protection and no shield…here in the battlefield…

 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, on the battlefield…we earn something that would appeal…what we went through was an ordeal…we pushed until the enemy would yield…no protection and no shield…here in the battlefield…