Drum
• Written by 76Too
It's snowing and negative 76,
dips in our lips along with the commands dicks;
nothing that we do makes any god damn sense,
trucking along with rucks hence our fucked up limps.
At mile 31 it gets pretty dumb,
thumb up my bum till this formation is done;
fall out and ill put a boot up your ass,
maul that rank off your chest and throw it in the grass.
Big sarge says so anyway,
cliche speech today about not using sickbay;
our platoon is broke and everyone a dead man,
power to the crutches- none to your hands.
So here we are, sucking a fat cock;
they said sign your name, boy, its gonna rock.
To bad I listened, shoulda gone home;
ETS still looms, glistening, like chrome.
Feedback & Comments
About the Artist
76Too
Member since June 15 2014