First Blood - Necro

Special forces, professional with a four-fifth

Congressional medal shit

Aggression will get you split

Avoid explosions with agility, mentally exploit the vulnerabilities of my enemy

Last survivor, a master diver, fastest driver, liver than MacGyver on visor

Aye aye sir

Flashbacks of blasting gats, flack jacket backpack fuck you bastard, attack

Guerrilla tactics, military practice, boobytrap set, get the match lit

Don’t get captured

Fuck George W on a voyage for POWs destroyed villages

Rubble, pillaging trouble

Killing children villains with submachine guns, generals drilling them

A grunt can’t front, there’s no where to run to

War hero like DeNiro in Deer Hunter

First Blood

I draw first blood, it’s over with and that’s that — ]

(It's over!)

(Nothing is over!)

It’s similar to Vietnam

(You just don’t turn it off! It wasn’t my war! You asked me and I didn’t ask

you!

Who are they to protest me, huh?)

I draw first blood, it’s over with and that’s that

(It's all in the past now.)

(For you!)

It’s similar to Vietnam

(For me civilian life is nothing! I was in charge of million-dollar equipment!

Back here I can’t even hold a job parking cars!)

I draw first blood, it’s over with and that’s that

Missing in action, I’m a get you back soon

Interactions like shrapnel fractions that hack limbs

Nam jungles holding guns in holes

Lungs full of smoke, shooting mongrels

Your son got killed, parachute down and shoot down enemies

Nothing cute, brutal like a barracuda frown

Knives, bows and arrows penetrate bone marrow

You’re leaking haemoglobin marinara

Commando send shocks like Pendo (?) bucking to kill

Cut up your grill like Nandos

Killing enemy troops, many in groups

Approach em like roaches

Ho Chi Minh trail, hit em with explosives

Buenos noches, no chance to live

Brains on the floor looking like poached eggs

Torturous punishment, banana clips, helicopter gunships, veteran friendship

I’m a get you

My friend is all over me!

I’ve got blood and everything and I’m tryin' to hold

him together!

I’m puttin'… the guy’s fuckin' insides keep coming out!

And nobody would help!

Nobody would help!

He’s saying, sayin' «I wanna go home!

I wanna go home!

«He keeps calling my name!

«I wanna go home, Johnny!

I wanna drive my Chevy!

«I said «With what?

I can’t find your fuckin' legs!

I can’t find your legs!

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