First Blood by Necro
First Blood lyrics
[Verse 1]
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 ?, 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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
Missing in action, I'mma 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 hemoglobin marinara
Commando send shocks like ? bucking to kill
Cut up your grill like ?
Killing enemy troops, many in groups
Approach em like roaches
Ho Chi Minh trail, hit em with explosives
Buenas noches, no chance to live, brains on the floor
looking like poached eggs
Torturous punishment, banana clips, helicopter
gunships, veteran friendship
I'mma get you
[Chorus]
[Outro]
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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